The Wistful Letter

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The cellar smelled of wet stone and the metallic tang of blood, a scent that seemed to seep into the very marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones as he held his sister Mara’s hand, which was cool and slack as driftwood. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant in the village watch, a man who had sworn oaths to the Lord of Blackwood and to the protection of his kin, yet here he sat, useless, while the...

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