The Wistful Letter

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14 October, 1893. The fog outside Blackwood Hall is not merely weather; it is a physical substance, a grey wool that presses against the glass of the library window, blurring the line between the interior and the void. I am alone here, tasked by the Board to catalog the estate of my late father, a duty that has become a sentence. My concrete want is singular and desperate: to locate the missing...

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