The Wistful Letter

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Thorne. The name came from the dark, a ragged whisper that seemed to scrape against the inside of his skull. He blinked, the frost on the windowpane cracking under the sudden shift in pressure. The fourth of November, 1342. The grain is safe, or so I tell myself. The sacks are stacked to the rafters in the main hall, the air thick with the scent of dried wheat and damp wool. But the boundary...

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