The Wistful Letter

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The rain fell in sheets, turning the mud of the Blackwood estate into a sucking brown slurry. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the drive, his coat heavy with water, his boots sinking with every step. He did not look up. He looked at the door. He looked at the iron bars of the gate. He looked at the man standing behind them. "Let him go," Thorne said. His voice was low, stripped of...

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