The Wistful Letter

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The frost came down on the windowpane like a bruise. It spread from the corners, white and cold, eating the glass until the world outside was nothing but a ghostly blur. I watched it form. I did not move. My hands were tucked deep into my sleeves, knuckles white, trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of what lay on the table before me. The ledger. The black book. The record of our...

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