The Wistful Letter

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The tower stood. It did not fall. It did not crumble. It remained. Stone. Grey. Cold. It watched. Silent. Eternal. Marcus sat. Alone. His back was against the rough masonry. The wind howled. A low, mournful sound. It sounded like grief. It sounded like judgment. He looked up. The spire pierced the black sky. No stars. No moon. Only the tower. The tower was a prison. The tower was a home. The...

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