The Wistful Letter

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The sky split open. Not with lightning. With silence. A silence so heavy it crushed the cobblestones. Men looked up. Eyes wide. Mouths dry. The city of Oakhaven was old. Stone walls. Dark tides. The sea breathed against the harbor. It did not stop. It could not. But the air changed. It thickened. It tasted of iron and old blood. Thomas Bradshaw stood on the bridge. He wore his armor. Steel cold...

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