The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 06:49:45 -

The iron bit was in my mouth, tasting of blood and cold metal, as the first arrow singed the air where my left ear had been a second before. I am not a man. I have not been a man for forty years, not since the plague took the flesh from my bones and left only the shape of a horse in the mud of the English countryside. Now, in this grey twilight of the fourteenth century, I am merely a path, a...

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