The Wistful Letter

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The rain hits the slate roof. It sounds like coins. You are leaving. The house is cold. Your coat is wet. You pull it tighter. The air smells of wet stone and old dust. Professor Aldous stands by the door. He is old. His hands shake. He holds a glass of brandy. He does not drink. He just holds it. "Are you sure?" he asks. "I have to go," you say. "The committee sent the letter." "Yes." He nods....

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