The Wistful Letter

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Elias held the tin box in his hands, the metal cold and slick with the damp of the moor. The object was small, no larger than a tobacco tin, but it felt heavy, as if it contained lead shot rather than paper. He stood on the crest of the hill, the wind tearing at the fraying hem of his wool coat, a garment so rotted it moved independently of his body, like a second skin that had begun to rot....

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