The Wistful Letter

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The ink was rising, black and viscous, filling the lungs until the air became a thick, cold syrup that refused to yield. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp that tore at his throat, the taste of stale coffee and old paper clinging to the back of his teeth. He lay in the dark of his apartment, the city lights bleeding through the blinds in pale, horizontal stripes, and listened to the silence of the...

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