The Wistful Letter
The letter from Blackwood lay on the mahogany desk, its ink faded to the color of dried blood, and Elias Thorne read it for the third time before the cold settled into his bones. His father, the magistrate, had died three days prior, leaving behind a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against Elias’s chest. The note was brief, a single line scrawled in a hand that...
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