The Wistful Letter

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He woke in the dark. Not the soft dark of sleep, but a heavy, suffocating black. The air tasted of rust and old paper. The clock on the mantle ticked. It was a sound like a bone snapping. Elias sat up. His head throbbed. A cold sweat clung to his shirt. The room was his office. Or what remained of it. The walls were bare. The shelves were empty. He looked at his hands. They were trembling. On...

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