The Wistful Letter

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The ink was still wet on the page, glistening like a wound that refused to clot, and I could not bring myself to tear the letter from my hand, as though the paper were a living thing, a fragile membrane between the silence of my office and the chaos of the world beyond the heavy oak door. I am Elias Thorne, or at least that is the name stitched into the collar of my uniform, the name that has...

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