The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 05:00:45 -

The iron gate was not locked, but it was rusted shut, a skeletal finger of oxidized metal that refused to yield to the wind. Thomas Bradshaw stood before it in the damp November mist, his uniform clinging to his shoulders like a second skin of mud and sweat. He was a man who had spent twenty years enforcing the boundaries of a world that no longer cared if he existed. Now, the boundary had...

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