The Wistful Letter

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The ink was still wet when the first stone began to hum. It was a low vibration, felt in the teeth rather than heard, rising from the damp earth of the corridor floor. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the candle guttering in the draft, and watched the red glow pulse beneath the heavy oak table. He was thirty-four years old, and he had been a clerk at Blackwood Manor for six years. In that time, he...

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