The Gilded Letter
The Gilded Letter I first noticed the letters in the wainscoting behind Lady Isabella’s desk. Not that I meant to find them—I was mending a loose panel in the drawing-room when my chisel caught on something that sounded hollow rather than wooden. The panel gave way with a sigh, and a bundle of sealed envelopes tumbled into my hands, each one tied with a ribbon the colour of dried blood. They...
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