The Wistful Grid
The letter sat on the desk. It was heavy. The paper was thick. It smelled of damp earth. It smelled of old blood. Elias picked it up. His hands shook. He had written it years ago. He had hidden it in the wall. Now it was here. Now it was real. He looked at the door. The door was open. The wind blew in. The candles flickered. The shadows danced on the floor. They looked like snakes. They looked...
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