The Wistful Letter

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My hands were shaking as I tried to pry the rusted hinge from the library door, the metal groaning against my grip like a dying animal. It was October fourteenth, 1912, and the cold in Blackwood Hall was not merely a temperature but a physical weight, pressing against my ribs and seeping into the marrow of my bones. I am Elias Thorne, a clerk of forty-two years, displaced from my life in the...

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