The Distant Affair
The letter was heavy, thick with the weight of red wax and old ink, and Elias Thorne held it up to the gaslight with trembling hands. It was a bill, or perhaps a confession, written in a script so cramped it seemed to squirm on the page. He had found it tucked inside the spine of a water-damaged volume of *Meditations*, hidden behind the binding where the glue had cracked a decade ago. Elias...
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