The Wistful Letter

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The ink was still wet when the door slammed. "Let me out, you wretch." Elara Vance did not look up from the ledger. Her fingers, stained black to the second knuckle, pressed the page flat. The air in the library tasted of copper and old rot. Outside, the fog pressed against the windows of Blackwood Hall like a living thing, thick and grey and hungry. She was thirty years old, an archivist by...

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