The Wistful Letter

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The rain fell. It did not stop. It hammered the slate roof of the carriage like a thousand tiny fists. Inside, the air was stale and thick with the smell of wet wool and fear. Elara sat by the window. She did not look out. She looked at her hands. They were pale. They were still. Beside her, Sir Thomas Ashworth read a letter. He read it slowly. He read it again. The candlelight flickered in his...

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