The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey and relentless curtain that blurred the edges of the town of Oakhaven into a watercolor of soot and slate. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the municipal archive, his reflection ghostly against the glass, a man composed of shadows and the faint, metallic smell of old paper. He was not a man who sought to be seen, yet his presence in the...

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