The Wistful Letter

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The paper was damp, a cold, wet weight in Elias Thorne’s trembling hands. It smelled of old mildew and the faint, metallic tang of the basement air that had seeped into the fibers over twelve years. He turned it over, his arthritis making the simple motion a negotiation with pain, his knuckles swollen like knots of wood. The ink had bled slightly, the words from Sarah’s hand now soft and...

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