The Wistful Letter

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The dampness in the cellar of the fortress did not merely settle into the stone; it breathed, a wet, rhythmic exhalation that pressed against the skin like a living thing, and in the center of this suffocating dark, Sergeant Elias Thorne sat hunched over a table of rough-hewn oak, his left hand resting on the wood with a heavy, terrible stillness that spoke of a rot which had begun to blacken...

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