The Wistful Letter

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The mud of the fortress courtyard was not merely wet but a viscous, sucking entity that seemed to possess a malevolent intent, pulling at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he clutched the shattered porcelain bird against his chest with a grip that had long since turned his knuckles white and numb. It was the autumn of 1893, a time when the air tasted of iron and impending ruin, and the...

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