The Wistful Letter

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The village bell, cracked and thin-voiced, tolled the hour, and with it, the summons that dragged Elias Thorne from his sleep. It was not a gentle sound; it was the grinding of iron on rust, a complaint that echoed through the damp stone walls of Oakhaven, a place where the air always tasted of wet wool and old fear. You were forty years old, Elias, and your hands, once steady enough to count...

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