The Wistful Saga
The ink is red. It runs down the white paper like a vein of blood. You see it. You know it is there. The letter is a command. It is a sentence. It is a death warrant. You hold the pen. Your hand does not shake. That is the problem. Your hand is steady. It is the hand of a man who has held a rifle in the snow. It is the hand of a man who has held a gavel. It is a hand that has never failed. The...
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