The Wistful Letter

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The leather-bound notebook in Elias’s hands was cold, the spine cracked from years of abuse, the pages thin as onion skin. He stood at the threshold of the Blackwood Institute, the heavy oak door groaning open to reveal a hallway that smelled of damp earth and old paper. Elias Thorne, forty-five, a man whose lungs had begun to rattle with a persistent, dry cough that no amount of rest could...

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