The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 00:50:11 -

The fire starts in the wool. You feel it first as a tickle. A dry heat against the palm of your left hand. Then the smell hits. Acrid. Sweet. Like burnt sugar and old hair. You look down. The sleeve of your coat is black. The fabric is eating itself. You are not panicking. Panic is for people who have time. You have seconds. You are standing in the alley behind St. Jude’s. The cobblestones are...

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