The Wistful Letter

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The rain tapped against the glass of the office window. A rhythmic, persistent drumming. Elias sat in the dark. The only light came from the streetlamp outside, casting long, skeletal shadows across the desk. He held a letter. It was not an envelope. It was a scrap of paper, yellowed and brittle. He read it again. The ink was faded. A blue, now gray. The words were simple. They were cruel. *You...

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