The Wistful Letter

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The banquet hall smelled of wax and old iron. It was a heavy scent, thick enough to taste on the tongue. I stood by the window. The glass was cold. Outside, the rain lashed the cobblestones. Inside, the chandeliers burned. They cast long, trembling shadows. The shadows danced. They did not stop. I watched them. I watched them until my eyes watered. My uniform was tight across the chest. The...

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