THE ASHWORTH LEGACY
I write these words by the light of a single candle, knowing full well that my time grows short and that these letters may never reach their intended recipient. But if I am to leave this world, I must leave something behind, something true. What follows is the story of Edmund Ashworth, the man I loved and the man I failed to save. It was November 1883 when I first truly saw him. I had been...
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