The Wistful Show
You hold a letter in your left hand, the paper soft and damp from the fog that clings to the streets of Kettering like a wet shroud. The ink is smudged where your thumb has worried the edge, a small, frantic gesture that betrays the calm you project to the world. Inside, the words of Mrs. Arthur Penhaligon are clear, demanding the return of her husband, who vanished into the Whispering Mines...
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