The Wistful Letter

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The cellar was not a room but a wound in the earth, a hollowed-out throat that swallowed the light of the chandelier above and spat back only the damp, mineral smell of wet stone and old iron. Colonel Elias Thorne stood in the center of it, his boots sinking slightly into the packed mud that coated the floor, his hands trembling not from cold, though the air was ice-cold, but from the sheer,...

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