The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-18 21:16:03 -

The train cut through the gray, industrial mist of the city with a rhythmic, metallic groan, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones and settle deep into the hollows of my chest, carrying with it the weight of a decade spent in the shadow of the Bureau’s towering, ivy-choked facade. I sat in the corner of the compartment, my hands resting on my knees, fingers interlaced so...

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