The Wistful Letter
The letter lies on the mahogany desk, its envelope soft with the wear of years, yet it feels heavier than the oak table beneath it, a dense, gravitational anchor to a life you are currently trying to escape. You are Thomas Bradshaw, a man whose hands are stained permanently with the indigo dye of the fabric trade, a merchant in the small, rain-slicked town of Oakhaven where the fog rolls in...
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