The Wistful Letter

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The feast was a cacophony of clinking silver and low, humming voices that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a sound so dense it felt less like music and more like the pressure of deep water. He sat at the head of the long oak table in the Great Hall of St. Jude’s Academy, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and beeswax candles, his fingers trembling slightly as he...

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