The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-18 11:32:19 -

The moth does not die in the light. It burns. You know this. You have watched it happen a thousand times in the cellar, in the dark, where the air smells of damp wool and old iron. You are the moth. The light is the mirror. Margaret stands before it. She is tall, rigid, a pillar of grey wool in a room that feels like it is shrinking. The mirror is large, floor to ceiling, framed in black wood...

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