The Wistful Letter

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The feast was not for the living. It was a banquet of rot and iron, laid out on the cold stone floor of the crypt beneath the old chapel of St. Jude. The candles flickered, their light thick as honey, illuminating the faces of men who had not eaten in three days. They were the Guard of the Black Gate. They wore mail that clinked softly with every breath, a sound like rain on a tin roof. Thomas...

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