The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the bruised sky, a perpetual, weeping sigh that turned the cobblestones of the old prison into slick, obsidian mirrors reflecting the grey void above. Elias Thorne walked the perimeter of his cell, a rhythmic, hollow drumming in his ears, his footsteps heavy against the wet stone. He was a man carved from the same damp earth that surrounded...

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