The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-18 18:04:05 -

The envelope was damp. It clung to my palm, a cold, wet square of cream paper that smelled of mildew and old rain. I had carried it for three days. It sat in my coat pocket like a stone, heavy with the weight of words I was not brave enough to read. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpane of the flat in Edinburgh, a rhythmic, frantic drumming that matched the hammering in my chest. The...

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