The Wistful Letter

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The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Academy smelled of wet wool and old dust. It was a smell that clung to the curtains, a heavy, gray velvet that seemed to absorb the light from the chandeliers. Twelve-year-old Elias stood by the pillar, holding a goblet of water that trembled in his hand. He did not drink. He watched. The faculty sat in a long row, their faces illuminated by the low, amber glow of...

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