The Wistful Letter

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The smell of damp wool and stale coal smoke hit me before the voice did, a thick, suffocating layer that seemed to coat the back of my throat before I even turned to see who was standing in the doorway of my attic room. "Dr. Thorne," the voice said, not a question, but a flat, administrative statement that cut through the fog of my delirium with the precision of a scalpel. It was Halloway’s...

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