The Wistful Letter

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The rain hammered the slate roof of Blackwood Manor like a fist against a locked door, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into Clara’s bones. She stood in the hallway, her hands trembling around the glass vial, the dark liquid inside swirling with the rhythm of the storm outside. The air smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of fear. Clara had been at the Manor for...

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