The Wistful Letter

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The warden’s voice echoed off the damp stone, a low rumble that seemed to rise from the floorboards rather than his throat, calling Elias Thorne down into the cellar where the air tasted of rust and old ink. Elias stood before the iron gate, his hand trembling as he reached for the latch, the brass compass in his pocket growing heavy, its needle spinning wildly before settling with a violent...

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