The Wistful Letter

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The cellar smelled of wet stone and the sweet, cloying rot of forgotten things, a scent that clung to Elias’s throat like a second skin as he crouched beside the wooden crate that had once held the family’s medicinal herbs. Lord Vane’s men had taken the foxglove and the feverfew only an hour ago, their boots crunching loudly on the gravel outside, leaving behind nothing but this single, bruised...

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