The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-21 18:18:05 -

The frost had begun to creep across the windows of the watchtower, forming intricate, fragile lattices that resembled the veins of a dying leaf. Elias Thorne stood before the glass, his breath fogging the cold surface, watching the pines below sway in a wind that felt less like weather and more like a verdict. He was fifty-two, though he looked older, as if time had taken a specific liking to...

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