The Distant Joke
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in brown paper and addressed in a handwriting I had not seen in thirty years but could still trace with my eyes closed. It sat on my desk at the British Museum's conservation laboratory for two days before I worked up the courage to open it. The postmark was London, but the hand that addressed it was not Eleanor's—it was someone I did not know, and that...
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