The Wistful Letter
The paper in your hand is thin, brittle as old bone, and it smells of damp earth and iron filings. It is a bill, dated three years ago, for the sum of four hundred pounds, owed by Elias Thorne to Lord Vane for the restoration of the Blackwood Estate archives. You have read it forty times, the ink smudged into a black smear where your thumb has pressed too hard, yet the numbers remain stark,...
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