The Wistful Letter

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The wind howled through the skeletal branches of the dead oak, a sound that seemed to tear at the very fabric of the night. Captain Silas Vane stood before the crumbling archway of the old manor, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his knuckles white against the cold steel. The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, blurring the world into a grey smear of mud and stone. "Are you...

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