The Wistful Letter

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The fog came in at dusk. It tasted of iron and rot. Dr. Elias Thorne sat in his study. The room was small. The walls were thin. He could hear the house settling. He could hear the wind. He was not afraid. He was certain. Certainty is a cold thing. It freezes the blood. It stops the heart. Elias opened the leather journal. The pages were yellowed. The ink was faded. He had spent ten years on...

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