The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-21 11:00:35 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, weeping veil that smothered the cobblestones of Whitmore’s Quarter until the city itself seemed to be drowning in a slow, suffocating bath of mud and sorrow. I stood at the threshold of my cramped attic room, the door ajar to let in the damp chill that smelled of wet stone and old rot, watching the silhouette of the night watchman as...

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