The Wistful Letter

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14th October, 1893 The ink is stiff in my pen, Sarah, freezing before it can dry. I write to you from the disciplinary wing of Blackwood Asylum, where the air tastes of copper and old dust. I am forty-two years old, and I am the source of the hauntings. Dr. Aris has told me so, his voice flat as a tombstone, citing my "instinctual" obsession with your memory as proof of my delusion. I am not...

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