The Wistful Letter

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower ward into a slick, treacherous mirror that reflected the torchlight of the guards. It was a cold, wet darkness that seeped into the bones, a physical weight that pressed against the chest. Captain Elias Thorne rode at the head of the column, his horse’s breath pluming in the mist, his armor clanking softly with every...

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