The Wistful Letter

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The ink in the bottle was cold, and Arthur Penhaligon’s hand trembled as he uncapped it, the smell of iron and stale varnish rising from the blotter to meet the damp air of the library. It was the anniversary of Elise’s death, a fact that had settled into the bones of the house like rot, and he had invited no one but the servants, who had long since retreated to the kitchens, leaving him alone...

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