The Wistful Letter

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The letter lay on the oak desk, the ink still wet and black as a bruise. Sir Aldric, Knight of the Black Order, pressed the quill against the parchment with a hand that trembled only slightly. He was forty years old, and the weight of the last ten years sat heavy on his shoulders, a burden of cold stone and whispered names. He wrote to Lord Malachi, the nobleman who held the Iron Signet,...

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