The Wistful Letter

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The fog did not merely settle upon the village of Blackwood; it swallowed it. It was a physical thing, a grey wool drawn tight against the skin, muffling the sharp cries of the crows and the rhythmic clatter of the mill wheels. Captain Elias Thorne stood alone on the gallery of the watchtower, his hands resting on the cold iron railing. He was a man carved from the same hard, unyielding stone...

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