The Wistful Letter

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The town of Harrowgate slept under a shroud of mist. It was a thin, grey veil. It clung to the cobblestones. It seeped into the bones of the old brickwork. In the center stood the Hall. It was a monument to rot. The windows were blind. The doors were swollen shut. The air inside tasted of damp wool and old paper. Thomas Ashworth stood at the bottom of the stairs. He was a small man. His suit...

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