The Wistful Letter

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The envelope was thick, the paper heavy with the smell of damp cellar earth and old ink, and it sat on the workbench between a half-finished clock face and a pile of rusted gears, waiting for the light to shift so that Edward Ashworth might read it. He had been a watchmaker for thirty years in the town of Oakhaven, a place where the fog rolled in from the marshes every evening and settled on...

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