The Wistful Letter

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The banquet hall of the old Masonic lodge smelled of beeswax and damp wool, a scent that clung to the throat like a second skin, thick and cloying, a physical weight that pressed against the lungs of every guest gathered beneath the vaulted ceiling. It was a night of November, the wind outside scouring the elms with a violent, percussive rhythm, but inside, the air was still and heavy with the...

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