The Wistful Letter

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The ink dried black and sharp on the parchment. It was a color that did not belong to the world. I stared at the word *Eternity*. The letters stood rigid, like iron bars. The candle flame guttered in the draft. The shadows in the stone tower stretched long and thin. They reached for my hands. They wanted to bind me. I had written it. I had committed the act. The seal of wax pressed into the...

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