The Wistful Letter

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The dream began not with a sound, but with the heavy, wet scent of loam and decay, a perfume that clung to the back of the throat like a second tongue, and in that viscous darkness, Elias stood before the Great Oak, whose roots did not merely dig into the earth but wrapped around the very bones of the castle, pulsing with a slow, arterial rhythm that he could feel in his own wrists. He was not...

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