The Wistful Letter
The ink on the final page of Silas’s journal was still wet when Elias Thorne noticed the shadow of his own hand had detached from the table. It lay flat on the mahogany, a dark smear that did not move when he lifted his fingers to check the date. It was November, 1893, and the light from the single gas lamp in the library was failing, casting long, jagged angles across the dust-covered...
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