The Wistful Letter

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The fire took the tower first. You watched it. You stood in the yard, mud sucking at your boots, and watched the oak heart of the keep burst into orange light. The smoke was thick. It tasted of pine and old ash. It tasted like the end of the world. "Run, Thomas," the boy whispered. You did not run. You stood still. The wind pulled at your cloak, wet and heavy. The torch in your hand was dead....

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