The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, grey veil that smothered the manor house in a silence so heavy it pressed against the eardrums like deep water. Inside the kitchen, the air was thick with the scent of boiled turnips and stale wax, a smell that had seeped into the very mortar of the walls over centuries. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the hearth, his hands trembling not from the...

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