The Wistful Letter

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The iron weighed four pounds, three ounces, and it felt like a limb that had grown from her own bone. Elara sat by the cold hearth of the tower room, counting the hours since Lord Thorne’s last letter had arrived, each one marked by a scratch on the wooden beam above her head. There were forty-seven scratches. Forty-seven days of waiting, of listening to the wind batter the stone like a beggar...

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