The Wistful Letter

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The dream is always the same: the mill wheel grinding, the fog thick as wool, and the sound of a man screaming before the scream even leaves his throat. You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth, the sheets twisted around your legs like the roots of the old willow by the river. It is three in the morning in Blackwood, a town that seems to be slowly sinking into the earth, and you are Elias...

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