The Wistful Letter

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The brass compass in Elias’s palm was warm, not with the heat of the sun, which did not penetrate the heavy, drawn curtains of the apartment, but with a frantic, internal vitality that seemed to pulse against his skin like a second heartbeat. It was a small, tarnished thing, its glass face clouded by age and the oils of his fingers, the needle spinning with a sluggish, hypnotic drift that Elias...

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