The Wistful Letter

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The mortar in the bowl is not merely gray, but the specific, bruised violet of a sky just before a storm breaks over the highlands, a shade that seems to pulse with a low, arterial hum that you can feel in the teeth, in the marrow of your shins, as you stand in the center of the Great Hall, the stone floor cold enough to steal the warmth from your boots, the air thick with the scent of damp...

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