The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it was expelled from the sky, a cold, grey mist that clung to your wool coat and seeped into the marrow of your bones. You stood at the edge of the moor, the landscape stretching out before you in a void of heather and stone, ancient and indifferent to the hour. In your pocket, the letter burned. Not with heat, but with a weight that defied physics, a dense,...

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