The Wistful Letter

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The dream did not arrive as a whisper but as a weight, a physical crushing of the lungs in the deep, stagnant air of the vaulted chapel where Sir Julian Thorne stood bound not by rope but by the sheer, suffocating gravity of his own duty. He wore his ceremonial coat, the velvet so heavy it seemed to drag him down into the flagstones, and around his neck hung the silver chain of the Keepers of...

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