The Wistful Letter
The iron-bound ledger weighed exactly four pounds, three ounces, and seven grains, a weight Elias Vane had memorized over the course of twenty years, counting the hours of his own decay against the cold, unyielding mass of Clara’s obsession. He sat in the cramped cabin, the rain lashing the single pane of glass with a frantic, percussive rhythm that seemed to mimic the wet, rattling cough that...
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