The Wistful Letter

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The iron cross is shattered. It is not broken by the wind, nor by the slow, grinding rot of the earth, but by your hands, by the frantic, desperate clawing of your fingers against the cold metal as the black locusts in the orchard twist their branches into shapes that mimic the screaming faces of the dead. You are standing in the mud of the old churchyard, in the village of Oakhaven, which the...

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