The Wistful Letter

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The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet iron and the heavy, suffocating silence of a room that had been sealed for a century, a place where the air itself seemed to possess a physical weight that pressed against Edward Ashworth’s chest until he could barely draw breath, and in this dream he was not the aging constable of the village of Oakhaven, but a boy standing on the banks...

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