The envelope arrived on a Tuesday, which was already wrong, because Tuesdays were supposed to be the day she threw them away. Elias knew this the way he knew the cadence of his own breathing — with the quiet certainty of something repeated so many times it had become architecture. The envelope lay on the kitchen counter like an accusation, cream-coloured, thick, the kind of paper that cost...
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