The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-23 07:57:32 -

The jar is heavy, Elias. Heavier than it should be for something so small. I hold it in my lap, the glass sweating cold condensation that soaks through the wool of my trousers. The kitchen is empty now, the staff moving to the dining hall for their midday meal, leaving only the hum of the ventilation fans and the wet, rhythmic thud of the meat grinder in the corner. I have stolen it. The red...

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