The Wistful Letter

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I woke in the hollow of the ancient oak, my face pressed against the damp, rotting earth, the taste of iron and pine resin thick on my tongue. The mist clung to the valley floor like a shroud, obscuring the path to the village of Blackwood, a place where the light of the sun seemed to be a rumor rather than a fact. I am Aldous, a seeker of lost things, and I had come here to find the truth...

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