The Wistful Letter

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The door closed with a finality that shook the floorboards. Elias stood in the dark hallway. His hands were empty. He looked at his palms. They were clean. Too clean. Where was the blood? Where was the stain that should have been there? He remembered the weight of the bottle. He remembered the taste. Bitter. Sharp. Like iron and old rain. But now, there was nothing. Just the cold air of the...

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