The Wistful Letter
The wool coat hangs in the archive, a dark shape against the peeling plaster, and you know it is not where you left it. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a night watchman in the decaying Victorian tower of St. Jude’s, and your want is simple: to secure your pension by proving the structural integrity of the east wing, a task that has become impossible under the weight of Director Halloway’s...
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