The Wistful Letter

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In the dream, the porcelain was not white but the color of old bone, a sickly, translucent yellow that pulsed with a rhythm like a heartbeat. Elara held the shard of the teacup in her trembling hands, the edge sharp enough to draw a thin ribbon of blood, yet she did not flinch. She was standing in the vast, shadowed undercroft of the Ashworth Manor, a place where the air tasted of damp stone...

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