The Wistful Letter
The hall of the Blackwood Institute hummed with a low, industrial vibration, a sound that seemed to rise from the very foundations of the stone and settle in the bones of everyone present. It was a feast of iron and steam, a celebration of the new pneumatic sorting mechanisms that had promised to bring order to the chaotic, dust-choked world of the postal service. Men in starched collars and...
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