The Wistful Saga
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, which felt wrong from the start. Tuesdays were for grocery lists and damp-weather reminders, not for the pale envelope with the wax seal pressed into deep crimson. Elias Thornwood stood on the back porch of his Chelsea flat, rain dripping from the eaves onto his shoes, and turned the letter over in his hands as though its weight alone might reveal its contents....
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