The Distant Promise

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The ink on the letter had faded to the color of dried blood, a brown so pale it was nearly invisible against the cream of the paper, but I knew its shape by heart, the way one knows the topography of a scar. I held it in my left hand, my fingers wrapped around the edges with a grip that felt less like ownership and more like a clamp, keeping the thing from flying away, keeping the truth...

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