The Wistful Letter
The letter lay on the desk, the paper thin and yellowed, the ink blotted where the pen had dragged too hard against the grain. Elias Thorne stared at the date, October 14, 1893, and felt the weight of the silence in the room press against his eardrums. He was thirty-four years old, an exile in his own life, a clerk for Lord Vane in a house that seemed to breathe with a slow, damp malaise. He...
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