The Wistful Letter

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The frost came early to the valley of Ashworth. It crept up the cobblestones like a pale, hungry thing, turning the breath of the passersby into thin, white ghosts that vanished before they could form a shape. Elias stood at the window of the inn, watching the street below. He was a man carved from the same stone as the walls around him, rigid and cold. His hands, wrapped in a shawl of rough...

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