The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pushed, a gray curtain of static that blurred the edges of the world. It hammered against the obsidian ramparts of the Citadel of Omen, a place that existed in the fold between one breath and the next, a realm of stone and silence where time moved like thick oil. Elias Vane stood in the center of the courtyard, his chest heaving, the metallic taste of...

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