The Wistful Letter

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The silver locket lay in Clara’s palm, cold as a river stone, its surface tarnished black in the crevices where the metal had begun to surrender to time. She held it up to the gaslight of her small sitting room, the flame hissing in its brass holder, and watched the reflection of her own face warp in the convex glass. The taste of ash was already there, a gritty, dry film coating the back of...

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