The Wistful Letter

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The carriage wheels bit into the mud of the King’s Highway. Rain slicked the glass. I pressed my forehead against the cold pane. The landscape blurred into a smear of grey and brown. We were heading north. Toward the Abbey. Toward the archive. My father had sent me. He was dying. The fever took his strength, then his voice. He could only point. A finger, trembling, aimed at the heavy oak box...

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