The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of gray mist that clung to the blackened timber of the manor house like a second, decaying skin, and as Elias Thorne pulled his worn leather duffel bag over his shoulder and stepped onto the gravel drive, he felt the weight of the silence pressing against his eardrums, a physical pressure that seemed to originate not from...

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