The Wistful Letter
14th of October, 1893 Father, the debt is upon us like a shroud. I have written to the bank, to the solicitors, to anyone who might hold a pen and a conscience, but they do not reply. They only send silence, which is louder than any threat. You cough in the next room, a wet, rattling sound that shakes the plaster from the ceiling, and I sit here by the dying fire, holding the deed to the estate...
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