The Wistful Letter

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The rain had not stopped for forty days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the moorland outside the high windows of Blackwood Manor into a soup of mud and rot, and inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of fear that clung to the walls like a second skin. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the grand library, his posture rigid, his hands...

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