The Wistful Letter

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The rain fell on the village of Oakhaven not as water, but as a fine, grey silt, settling into the cracks of the cobblestones and the hollows of the souls that walked them. Sergeant Elias Thorne stepped off the night train, his uniform heavy with the dampness that seemed to seep through the wool and into his marrow. He was a man carved from stone and silence, his face a map of old scars and...

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