The Wistful Letter

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The petition lay on the Magistrate’s desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and regret. You had written it in a hand that did not tremble, though your fingers had cramp for two hours before you set pen to paper. The request was simple: the key to the crypt. The reason was simpler still: to retrieve the silver clasp from your father’s corpse. You stood before the desk, a constable of...

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