The Wistful Letter

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The bell tolled. It was a low, bruised sound that shook the dust from the rafters. Elias stood by the iron gate. His hands were bound. The rope bit into his wrists. He did not look up. He looked at the floor. The stone was cold. It was black. It was slick with damp. Above him, the Hall of Justice stretched into shadow. The walls were high. They were gray. They were old. The air smelled of wax...

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