The Wistful Letter

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The iron door of the Blackwood Manor groaned open, a sound like a dying man’s breath, as Silas Ashworth stood at the threshold, his hand trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, humming weight in his left pocket. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting orchids, a perfume that clung to the back of his throat like bile. He was a clerk, a man of ledgers and...

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