The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 07:57:33 -

The smell of boiled mutton hung in the air of the parlor, thick and cloying, a scent that clung to the back of your throat like a second skin. You sat at the heavy oak table, your hands folded over the cold plate, watching the steam rise in lazy, grey ribbons. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpane of the Whitmore house, blurring the view of the overgrown garden into a smear of mud and...

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