The Wistful Letter

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The fog did not roll in so much as it condensed, a thick, wet wool that strangled the windows of the textile mill on the edge of Ashworth’s Lane, turning the midday sun into a bruised, pale coin. Inside, the air was a soup of lint and chemical vapor, heavy with the smell of sulfur and old sweat, a scent that had seeped into the pores of every man and woman who worked the looms. Elias Thorne...

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