The Faded Attic
14th October, 1893 I have counted the hours since the magistrate’s clerk last stamped the ledger, seven in total, and each one has weighed heavier than the last, pressing down on the back of my neck like a stone dropped into a well. I am writing this to tell you that I am leaving Oakhaven, or rather, that I have arranged for my departure to appear as such, for I cannot bear the sight of the...
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