The Wistful Letter

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The cellar smelled of damp earth and the sharp, metallic tang of old iron, a scent that seemed to seep into the marrow of your bones before you even opened the heavy oak door. You were alone, as you had been for the last three nights, the silence pressing against your eardrums like a physical weight. In your hands, you held the clay vessel, its surface rough and unglazed, dark as dried blood....

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