The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-18 15:03:37 -

The bottle sat on the desk. It was not a bottle of wine, nor of poison. It was a vial of morphine, clear and still, catching the grey light of the afternoon. I held it in my hand. The glass was cold. It had been cold for a long time. I am a historian. I study the past. I believe I know how things happen. I believe I know why. I am wrong. I have always been wrong. But I am certain of my...

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