The Wistful Letter
The air in the crypt is thick. It tastes of copper and old stone. You are the Keeper. You know the protocols. You know the weight of the silence. For thirty years, you have tended the bones of the Pemberton line. Your sister, Elara, is buried in the central niche. You visit her every night. You speak to her. You polish the marble until it shines like glass. This is your duty. This is your love....
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