The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall; it hammered against the leaded windows of the Keep, a relentless, grey drumbeat that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones. You stood at the edge of the balcony, the cold wind whipping your cloak around your legs, and watched the mist swallow the lower courtyards. Below, the courtyard was a churn of mud and iron. Men in blackened armor moved with the jerky,...

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