The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-23 01:13:00 -

The ledger showed forty-three hours of work. I had spent that time staring at the final page of the diary, my fingers stained black from the ink, my eyes burning with the effort of seeing. The estate was silent, save for the wet, rhythmic creak of the floorboards as the house settled. I needed the inheritance. I needed the money to pay off the debts I had inherited along with the title of...

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