The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-18 03:34:23 -

The wagon wheels groaned against the packed mud of the driveway. Rain slicked the black glass of the carriage window. Inside, Thomas sat rigid, his knuckles white on the leather strap. The air smelled of wet wool and rotting leaves. He was not afraid. Or so he told himself. He was only tired. The journey from the city had taken three days. Three days of silence. Three days of watching the house...

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