The Wistful Letter

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The rain hit the glass. It hammered. I did not blink. The window was a wall. It was my skin. I stood in the center of the room. The house was breathing. The beams creaked. They sang a low, dark note. I was the note. I was the sound. "Stop it," I said. My voice was thin. It was a thread of spiderweb. The door opened. Wind rushed in. It tasted of iron. It tasted of old blood. Thomas stood there....

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