The Wistful Letter

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The chandelier in the Blackwood estate’s main hall was a chandelier of dead stars, its crystal prisms refracting the midday sun into harsh, geometric shards that danced across the floorboards. Elias Thorne, thirty-four and junior archivist, stood beneath this glittering array, his fingers wrapped tightly around a porcelain cup that felt less like an object and more like a piece of his own...

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