The Wistful Letter

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The ink was still wet on the ledger page, a dark, viscous smear that Elias Thorne pressed his thumb against to dry. It was a cold, damp Tuesday in Oakhaven, the kind of day where the fog sat low in the streets like a wet dog, and the only thing warmer than the air was the fear in his chest. He was forty-two, a clerk of modest means, and he had been looking for this entry for six months. Not for...

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