The Wistful Letter

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The arrow struck the breastplate with a dull, wet thud. It did not pierce the steel, but it stuck fast, the fletching trembling in the cold wind. Sir Thomas Vane stood in the center of the muddy clearing, his sword lowered. Around him, the forest had begun to bleed. Not sap. Not rain. A thick, viscous red that seeped from the roots of the ancient oaks, pooling at his boots. He was a man of the...

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