The Wistful Letter

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14th of November, 1893. My dear Clara, I write to you from the cold, salt-rotted edge of the world, where the wind howls like a thing with teeth and the house groans in its sleep. I am Elias, your brother, the architect who built the lie that kept us apart, and I am here because the foundation is shifting, and the debt is due. You must come. The manor is not merely leaking; it is bleeding, the...

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