The Wistful Letter

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The bread in the cellar did not rise; it calcified. Elara stood before the stone hearth, her hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the silence in the great hall. The castle of Ashworth was a fortress of obsidian and ivy, a place where the air tasted of wet iron and old secrets. Outside, the autumn wind tore the leaves from the elms with a violence that sounded like tearing...

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