The Luminous Web of Souls
[Victorian Gothic Variation] The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in paper that had been folded and unfolded so many times the creases had turned the colour of tea stains. Cecilia Duval held the fragile parchment in her trembling hands, the paper feeling like the skin of an ancient ghost, translucent and brittle against her fingertips and felt the paper tremble—not the paper, her hands. The...
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