The Wistful Letter
The rain does not fall. It strikes. You stand in the courtyard. Mud slicks your boots. The stone is cold. You are a prisoner. The city is a cage. The sky is iron. Who are you? You are Thomas. You are the sinner. You are the man who broke the seal. You are the man who let the light in. The gates are high. They are black. They are locked. You are inside. The world is outside. The world is safe....
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