The Wistful Show
The letter sat on the desk. It was heavy. Heavy as stone. Heavy as guilt. "Read it," said Silas. He did not look up. His quill scratched. Scratch, scratch, scratch. The sound was like a mouse gnawing bone. Elias stood by the door. He was tall. Too tall for the room. His shoulders touched the wood on either side. He was a shadow in the shape of a man. "I cannot," Elias said. "Read it," Silas...
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