The Wistful Letter

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The rain does not fall. It hammers. It strikes the windshield with a rhythm that feels less like weather and more like a fist. You drive north. The road is a black ribbon cut through the white silence of the moors. Your hands are white on the wheel. You are not cold. You are numb. The car is old. It smells of damp wool and stale coffee. The heater rattles. It gives you heat for a moment, then...

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