The Wistful Letter
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the moors outside Blackwood Hall into a churning sea of mud. You are a constable, a man of thirty years who has spent the last decade enforcing the law in the village below, but here, within the decaying walls of this medieval estate, you are merely a husband fighting a losing war. Your wife, Elara, remains in the...
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