The Wistful Letter

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The wall breathed. Mara felt it. A wet, rhythmic expansion against her cheek. The plaster was not stone. It was skin. It pulsed with a slow, arterial thud that matched her own frightened heart. She lay on the floor of the attic. Dust motes hung in the air like suspended judgments. They did not settle. They waited. She was an exile. Not of choice. Of blood. The war had eaten the map, so she ate...

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