The Wistful Letter

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The fog did not lift. It thickened. It pressed against the windowpane of the moving train like a living thing, a pale, translucent skin that blurred the world outside into a gray smear. Elias Vane sat in the corner of the carriage, his hands folded tightly in his lap. He was a man of forty, with the stooped shoulders of one who had spent decades answering to men who did not know his name. His...

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