The Wistful Letter

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The fog did not roll in; it descended like a verdict. It sat heavy on the cobblestones of the old estate, erasing the distinction between the living and the dead. Thomas Bradshaw stood alone in the center of the grand hall, his hand resting on the cold brass banister. He was not a man accustomed to silence, but the house offered none. It was a silence that had teeth. He held the letter in his...

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