The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-21 14:35:11 -

The iron fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and tasting of rust and old blood, swallowing the jagged teeth of the breakwater until the world was nothing but a grey, breathing void where I stood, my boots sinking into the wet, churning silt that clung to my ankles like the hands of the dead. I had not felt the cold in a long time, not since the machine had taken the warmth from my core,...

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