The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, gray curtain that strangled the gaslights of the city until they flickered like dying embers. Thomas Whitmore stood at the window of his office, the heavy oak frame vibrating with the wind that howled through the narrow alley below. He was a man of stone, carved by years of service to the Constabulary, his face a map of scars that no longer...

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