The Wistful Letter
Act I Ernestina Macías had long since stopped believing that the quiet was hers, a fact she understood only after the phone in the empty flat at one hundred and twenty-six of Stonecutter Alley had stopped ringing, leaving a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against her eardrums. She remembered the night the Abbot summoned her, not with the thunderous anger of a tyrant...
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