The Wistful Letter

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The iron collar was heavy, not with metal, but with the accumulated weight of seven years spent listening to the stone breathe. Elias Vane sat on the damp floor of his cell in the fortress of Blackwood, the air thick with the scent of rot and old candle wax, and he looked at the object resting in his palm. It was a brooch, small and intricate, carved from bone and set with a single, fractured...

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