The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain of mist that soaked into the marrow of Aldous Thorne’s bones, a persistent, damp chill that seemed to emanate from the very earth of the moor rather than from the sky above. He walked with the heavy, deliberate cadence of a man whose legs had long since forgotten the lightness of youth, his boots sinking into the...

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