The Wistful Letter

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The ink had not yet dried on the parchment when the smell hit him, sharp and sweet like overripe fruit left in a hot cellar. Sir Eamon stood before the writing desk in the high tower of Dunbar Keep, his left hand trembling not from the cold that seeped through the stone, but from the creeping numbness that had begun three days prior. He was forty years old, a knight of the realm, and he wanted...

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