The Wistful Letter

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The house was burning. Not with fire. Not yet. But with light. A pale, sickly glow pulsed from the basement windows. It beat like a heart. Slow. Heavy. Wrong. Dr. Elias Thorne stood on the porch. He held his coffee. It was cold. He did not drink. He watched. The town of Oakhaven was silent. The fog rolled in off the river. Thick. White. It swallowed the streetlamps. Elias turned. He looked at...

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