The Wistful Letter

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The stamp hit the paper with a dull, wet thud, sealing the twelfth box of the sub-basement inventory. You counted the seconds between the thud and the next breath, a rhythm that had become more reliable than your own pulse. Three days until the board’s audit, and the damp in the Blackwood Estate sub-basement was not just moisture; it was a living thing that tasted of iron and old blood on the...

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