The Wistful Letter

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The candle sputtered, a thin blue tongue licking the air, and Thomas Bradshaw did not look up from the vellum. "You are writing too fast," the voice said. It was not a voice, strictly speaking, but a pressure against the inside of his skull, a low hum that had become a distinct, mocking syllable over the last three nights. "The ink is drying before the thought is finished. You are leaving gaps...

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