The Wistful Letter

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The rain lashed against the single, frosted pane of the office window like a thousand frantic fingers begging to be let in. Margaret Holloway did not look up. She stared at the spreadsheet, the numbers blurring into a grey smear that mirrored the wet asphalt outside. It was 4:58 PM on a Tuesday. In two minutes, the clock would strike five, and the illusion of safety would shatter. She knew...

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