The Wistful Letter

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The apple tart was already crumbling under the weight of your thumb before you even looked up from the ledger. You are Eleanor, forty-two, and the dampness of Blackwood Manor is currently eating the fruit from the inside out, a slow, sweet decay that smells of vinegar and old pennies. You want your pension. You want the proof. You want Julian Blackwood, the new master of the house, to be...

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