The Wistful Letter
Chapter One Eugene Bellegarde stood in the unemployment office, his fingers tracing the cold, jagged edge of the sports car parked outside the window, its paint dull under the inversion that trapped the smoke. He wanted to publish the Van Helsing lineage before his eyes failed, a task made urgent by the fact that he was fifty-two and the world had moved on to remote work reshuffles and rail...
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