The Wistful Letter

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of Blackwood Lane into a slick, treacherous mirror, and inside the attic of the Blackwood Manor, Elias Thorne sat hunched over a table that groaned under the weight of his own exhaustion. The air in the room was thick with the scent of wet plaster and rot, a miasma that seemed to seep into his pores,...

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