The Wistful Letter

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The ink in the vial on your desk is not black, but a deep, arterial red, and it pulses with a rhythm that matches the frantic, shallow breathing of your son, Arthur, who lies in the adjacent room, his skin mottled with the dark, creeping script of the curse. You are Silas Vane, a Royal Guard of thirty-two years, and you have served the obsidian halls of the timeless fortress for a decade, yet...

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