The Wistful Letter

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Thorne, you are late again. The voice cracked like a dry branch in the silence of the Blackwood Archive. Elias flinched, his fingers slipping on the cold oak of the desk. He was twelve, small for his age, with hands that were perpetually stained by the iron-gall ink he used to transcribe municipal records. Magistrate Vane stood at the top of the stairs, his coat buttoned to the throat, his face...

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