The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 18:59:02 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a wet, gray curtain that smothered the ironworks in a silence so profound it felt less like the absence of sound and more like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, a heavy, suffocating blanket that buried the town of Oakhaven under a shroud of damp and rust. I stood on the slick cobblestones, my boots sinking into the muck, staring at the...

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