The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall; it hammered. It was a solid, grey wall of water that beat against the stained glass of the St. Jude’s Chapel, turning the world outside into a blur of mud and weeping willows. I sat on the cold stone floor, my knees drawn up to my chest, clutching a bundle of silk so tight it hurt my fingers. It was a shawl. My mother’s shawl. It was midnight blue, dyed with the indigo of...

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