The Wistful Letter

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The coat hung on the hook by the door. It was charcoal wool, heavy and wet. The water had seeped into the fibers, darkening the fabric to the color of a bruise. I watched it drip. A single drop. Then another. It fell onto the stone floor with a sound like a heartbeat. The office was cold. The radiator clanked. It was a Tuesday. Or perhaps a Thursday. Time had become porous. I am Elias Thorne. I...

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