The Wistful Letter

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The ink on the letter was not black, but a deep, arterial red that seemed to pulse against the cream of the stationery. Elias Thorne held the paper in hands that trembled with a fatigue that went far beyond the physical. He sat in the center of the vast, windowless archive room of the St. Jude’s Benevolent Institution, surrounded by towers of manila folders that smelled of dust, mildew, and the...

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