The Wistful Letter

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12th November, 1893 The paper is damp where my thumb has pressed it against the ledger, the ink of my signature bleeding into the fibrous grain like a bruise forming under skin. I am writing this because the glass in the office window has begun to lie to me, and I find that I cannot speak of it to Mr. Blackwood without risking the very position I have spent six years cultivating. I want only...

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