The Wistful Letter

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The smell hits you first. It is wet rot, mixed with the metallic tang of old blood and the sharp, ammonia bite of rat urine. You are twelve. You are in the cellar of Harrow House. The floor is damp, and the cold seeps up through the soles of your boots, biting into your bones. Your name is Elias. Your father calls it from above, a thin, reedy sound that vibrates in your teeth along with the low...

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