The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and made the glass of the High Council chamber feel like a wound that would not close, and I stood there in the center of the cold marble floor, my hands trembling not from the chill but from the terrible, heavy weight of the velvet coat draped over my shoulders, a coat that had...

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