The Wistful Letter

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The carriage wheels bit into the gravel with a rhythmic, grinding screech that sounded less like travel and more like bone breaking against stone. Elias Vance sat in the back, his hands folded tightly in his lap, the knuckles white beneath the skin. He was fourteen, a boy who had learned to be quiet before he had learned to speak, and now the silence of the estate was pressing against his...

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