The Wistful Letter

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The rain fell on the stone. It was a cold, gray drizzle that seeped into the cracks of the old wall. Elara walked. Her boots were heavy. The mud clung to them. She carried a box. It was made of wood. It was old. The wood was dark. It smelled of rot. She did not look down. She looked ahead. The village was small. It sat in a valley. The hills were high. The sky was low. The fog rolled in. It hid...

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