The Wistful Letter

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The rain against the windowpane is a rhythmic, wet drumming that you have learned to count, each drop a tiny, cold coin paid into the ledger of your confinement. You are alone in the upper room of the old estate, a space that feels less like a bedroom and more like a reliquary for a saint who died of boredom and damp. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of beeswax and the faint, sweet rot of...

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