The Wistful Letter

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The iron gate groaned. It was a low, metallic moan that seemed to come from the earth itself. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the threshold. The air was thick. It tasted of rust and ozone. He adjusted his gloves. They were black leather. They fit his hands like a second skin. He was a large man. His shoulders were broad. His jaw was set. He did not look back. He never looked back. Behind him, the...

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