The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall; it hovered. A suspended grey mist clung to the brickwork of the tenement, blurring the streetlamps into halos of sickly yellow. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, a hollow square of silence in the chaotic apartment. He was a man of the law, though the uniform he wore had been stripped from his body by hands that were not quite human. The jacket hung on the back...

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