The Wistful Letter

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The ivy did not climb. It swallowed. Elias woke in the dark. The air was thick, tasting of rot and wet stone. He pressed his back against the wall. Cold seeped through his shirt. He was in the cellar. Or what had been the cellar. Now it was a throat. The walls pulsed. Slowly. Like a heartbeat made of brick and vine. He looked at his hands. They were green. Not stained. Green. The veins were...

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