The letter inside came from a man named Elias Rook.
Five pages long. All of it bleeding with the kind of honesty that only shows up when you’re not going to survive the night.
He followed orders. Stood where they told him. Carried the sword.
Did everything right.
And still, people died behind him.
This isn’t a story about a hero.
It’s a letter from someone who finally realized that obedience isn’t the same as goodness.
That sometimes, the monster doesn’t have blood on their hands—but on their silence.
There’s no redemption in the letter. No final win.
Just a man trying to say “I’m sorry” in the only way he knows how.
And maybe that’s enough.
He didn’t get to see what kind of man the boy became.
But someone will read his words.
Someone will remember his name.
Elias Rook.
And maybe, finally… laid to rest.
I wrote it down so I could let it go,
— Elsie Thorne
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