The Distant Affair
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, when the fog had settled so thickly against the windows of St. Jude’s Orphanage that the world beyond the glass seemed less a place and more a rumor. Thomas, who was twelve and possessed of a silence that often unnerved the matrons, held the envelope in his small, ink-stained hands. It was addressed to him in a hand he did not recognize, the script looping and...
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