The Wistful Letter

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The glove sat on the velvet cushion, black silk stretched taut over a form that was not quite a hand. It was late, the kind of late that presses against the eardrums, and the air in the Duke’s private wardrobe hung thick with the scent of mothballs and old dust. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, an archivist of no particular distinction in the service of Duke Vane, and my life had narrowed to the...

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