The Wistful Letter

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The air in the Hall of Whispers did not merely smell of stale incense and rotting lavender; it tasted of iron, of the metallic tang of old blood that had long since dried into the very mortar of the stone walls, a flavor that coated the tongue with a grimy, persistent sweetness that no amount of wine could wash away, and as I stood there, clad in the heavy, ceremonial plate armor that had once...

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