The Wistful Letter

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The cold in the Hall of Whispers does not touch the skin so much as it settles into the marrow, a slow, creeping dampness that mirrors the silence of the boys who sit in their long rows of oak benches, their faces pale and hollowed out by the relentless, gray light of the mid-afternoon, while you, Thomas, sit at the very end of the second row, your fingers laced tightly together until the...

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