The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 20:52:07 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the windows of the manor house with a tenacity that felt less like weather and more like a judgment, a slow, suffocating embrace that pressed against the glass until the world outside dissolved into a smear of indistinct trees and darker shadows. I stood in the center of the grand hall, my shoes soaking through the...

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