The Wistful Letter

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The rain in Chicago did not wash the city clean; it merely slicked the grime into a darker, more coherent sheen, reflecting the sickly neon of the butchery below Elias Thorne’s fourth-floor window as he pressed his forehead against the cold glass, his breath fogging the pane in a small, temporary circle that he wiped away with the heel of his hand. He was thirty-two, a man whose body had...

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