The Wistful Letter

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The letter in my hand is damp. The ink has run, blurring the words *urgent* and *immediate* into a single, dark smear. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and I am the physician of Blackwood Manor, a title that once meant prestige and now means a cage. My sister Clara is dying. She has been dying for three weeks, wasting away in the master bedroom while the house around us grows heavy with a scent...

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