Mr. by Richard Spiers
Page 4 of 4 Forcing the casket away from the shelf on which it perched, there was
nothing there but solid limestone from which it had originally been hewn.
I write this letter from the sanitarium I now reside, and to you I leave my
possessions and have left orders that I never be permitted to leave. I ask you
to not make contact with me, but occasionally come and observe me with
sympathetic remembrance of that I once had been.
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