The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 09:34:19 -

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, suspended curtain over the cobblestones of the old town. I stood by the window, watching the street below. My hand rested on the heavy iron key. It was cold. Colder than the stone. "Is it time?" The voice came from the shadows. I did not turn. I knew the shape of the man behind me. I knew the scent of wet wool and old fear. "Always," I said. His name was...

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