The Wistful Letter

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Thomas Ashworth dreamed of the tower. It was a spire of black stone, rising from a sea of fog. The fog was thick. It tasted of iron and old rain. In the dream, Thomas climbed. His fingers bled. The stone was cold. It did not care. He was the stone. He was the climb. He was the ache in the knuckles. When he reached the top, the door was open. There was no one inside. Only the wind. It sang a...

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