The Wistful Letter

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The gate was iron. It was cold, and it was heavy, and it did not move. Elara stood before it. The air tasted of copper and old dust. She pressed her palm against the metal. It was smooth. It was unyielding. It was the boundary of the world she had tried to leave. Behind her, the village of Oakhaven slept under a gray sky. In front of her, the Shadow Forest waited. The trees were black. They had...

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