The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of gray water that turned the industrial sprawl of Blackwood into a blur of soot and iron. Elias stood at the window of his small, drafty room on the fourth floor of the tenement, watching the streetlights flicker to life beneath the deluge. He was thirteen, though he felt ancient in the marrow, his body a vessel for a quiet,...

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