The Wistful Letter

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October 14, 1998. The rain in Harrowgate smells of wet iron and rot, a scent that clings to the wool of my coat and refuses to wash out. I am forty-two years old, and I stand at the gate of Blackwood Manor, the ancestral home of the Vance family, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the weight of the envelope in my breast pocket. Clara hired me to find Elena, her missing sister, but...

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