The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 08:48:10 -

The rain fell on the city not as water, but as a gray, sullen accusation. It drummed against the high, arched windows of the office on the fourth floor, a rhythmic tapping that sounded like fingernails scratching against the skin of the world. You sat in the leather chair, the one that had cost more than your father’s first year of university, and you held the letter in your hands. It was not a...

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