The Wistful Letter

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The iron gate screamed against its rusted hinges, a sound like a dying man’s last breath, as I drove the pike through the shoulder of the thing that stood on the other side. It was not a man, not anymore, but a mirror of my own reflection stretched and twisted into a grotesque parody of flesh. The courtyard of Blackwood Hall was no longer a place of quiet dignity or academic study; it had...

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