The Wistful Letter

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He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. The room was dark. The air smelled of wet wool and old stone. Elias sat up. His breath came in short, sharp bursts. He looked at his hands. They were trembling. Not from cold. From fear. He was a constable in the village of Blackthorn. Or he had been. The title felt heavy now. A stone in his pocket. He remembered the border. The path. The line in the...

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