The Wistful Letter

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March 14 The rain in Oakhaven does not fall; it hangs. It is a particulate suspension of gray water that coats the lungs and settles into the crevices of the skin, a constant, damp pressure that feels less like weather and more like a verdict. You are here to secure the lease on your father’s estate, a decaying Victorian structure that is technically yours by right of inheritance but...

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