The Distant Journey
The letter was pinned to the door with a rusted tack, the paper yellowed and brittle as the skin on a dried apple. You read it three times, the ink blurring in the damp air of the boarding house, the words demanding you return the deed to Ashworth Manor, a document you had stolen three years prior to save your brother Julian from the creditors who had come for his father’s bones. You had told...
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