The Wistful Letter

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The fog rolled in from the sea like a living thing, thick and gray, swallowing the cobblestones of Whitby. Elias Thorne walked fast. His boots clacked against the wet stone. The sound was sharp. It cut the silence. He carried a leather satchel. It was heavy. Inside lay the ledger. The numbers were cold. They were final. He was a man of the cloth, or so the town believed. A minor functionary. A...

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