The Wistful Letter

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The glass ampule trembled in Elias’s grip, a sliver of blue light trapped in the dark of the watchhouse cellar. October 14th. The rain had not stopped for three days. It hammered against the single, high-set window, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to synchronize with the thudding in Elias’s temples. He was thirty-four years old, a constable with twelve years on the force, and he was currently...

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