The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-20 07:11:11 -

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain. A breath held. The chapel stood in the hollow. Stone. Weeping. Elias stood on the steps. His hands shook. Not from cold. Fear. A thick, wet fear. It tasted of iron. He looked up. The steeple pierced the cloud. A needle. A pin. Holding the sky in place. The door was open. Darkness poured out. It did not invite. It swallowed. Elias stepped inside....

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