The Wistful Letter

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The iron gate shuddered under the weight of my shoulder, a sound like a dying bell echoing through the fog that clung to the cobblestones of Harrowgate. I was not alone in the dark, nor was I alone in my resolve. The night air tasted of wet ash and the metallic tang of fear, a flavor that had seeped into my pores over the last three days of siege. In my left hand, I gripped the heavy oak door...

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