The Wistful Letter

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I woke with the taste of iron and old rain on my tongue, the air in the cell so thick it felt like breathing through wet wool. The stone walls, damp and weeping with the humidity of the deep earth, pressed in on me, a silent, suffocating embrace that had become the only familiar thing in my life. I was Edward Ashworth, or at least, that was the name the magistrates had etched into the iron...

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