The Wistful Letter
The fluorescent lights in the basement of the National Repository hum with a low, electric drone that vibrates in the base of your skull, a sound that has become so constant over the last three months that it has replaced the silence of your own thoughts. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and you have been tasked with the final phase of the Blackwood Estate digitization project, a...
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