The Wistful Dinner
The scratching begins at 3:17 AM, a rhythmic, dry screech that travels through the plaster of the study walls like a nail drawn slowly across a blackboard. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a junior archivist at the Blackwood Estate, and you are currently hunched over a ledger, your pen hovering over a line item for a set of porcelain vases that were never actually acquired. The...
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