The Wistful Letter

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In the hollow of his palm, Elias Thorne held a key of black iron, cold as the grave soil that had swallowed his mentor three months prior. The metal bit into his skin, a sharp, physical anchor against the fog that rolled through the window of the study, blurring the line between the room and the wild moor beyond. He was forty years old, a scholar of modest reputation but desperate ambition, and...

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