The Wistful Letter

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The iron gear sat in my palm, cold and rough, its teeth chipped like old bone. It was the only thing I had left from the mill, a piece of machinery that had once turned the world and now lay still in the mud of the outer isle. I held it not as a trophy, but as a weight, a debt I could not pay. 12th November, 1842. My Lord, I write to you from the cell of the prisoner known as the Ghost of the...

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