The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass of the high, arched windows, a persistent, gray hand seeking entry. I stood in the center of the Great Hall, the stone floor cold through the soles of my boots, and watched the storm rage outside. It was a violence I understood well. For three years, since my exile from the capital, I had lived within the walls of this...

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