The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 08:36:08 -

The feast is loud. Too loud. The air tastes of iron and stale beer. You sit in the corner of the Great Hall, your back against the cold stone. The walls are sweating. The torches sputter. Look at them. The lords. The ladies. They laugh. They drink. They do not look at you. You are the gatekeeper. You are the shadow. You hold the door. You do not enter. Your name is Elias. You wear the black....

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