The Wistful Letter

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The ink was still wet when the first crack split the floorboards, a sound like a bone snapping under a heavy boot, and I knew then that the house was no longer merely a structure of wood and stone but a living, breathing thing that had decided to swallow us whole. I sat at the desk in the library, my fingers trembling against the cold surface of the parchment, trying to steady the hand that had...

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