The Forgotten Promise
The Forgotten Promise I. The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in paper so thin it seemed to dissolve at the edges. Clara held it between her fingers and felt, absurdly, as though she were holding something warm, like the memory of a hand. The handwriting was unmistakable. Even though it had been twenty-three years, even though her hand had grown steadier and more careful while his had grown...
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