The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-24 04:50:19 -

The fog had swallowed the drive to Blackwood Hall three days ago, turning the world into a grey, damp void that pressed against the windows like wet wool. Elias sat at the desk in the study, the surface slick with condensation, and began to write. The pen felt heavy in his hand, the ink black and viscous, staining the nib with a sluggish resistance. He was sixteen, and his hands trembled, not...

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