The Wistful Letter

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The scent of rosemary and rotting wood clings to your hands, a perfume you cannot scrub away, and it is here, in the damp cellar of the Blackwood Asylum, that you realize you have been the fool all along. You are not the guardian. You are the ghost. The air is thick with the smell of boiled turnips and old blood, a culinary alchemy of decay that your mother, Elara, perfected in these stone...

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