The Wistful Letter
The rain hits the tin roof. It sounds like static. You sit in the booth. Your coffee is cold. You watch the door. Elias Thorne walks in. He wears a wet hat. He shakes it. Water flies. He looks at you. You look down. "You are early," he says. "You are late," you answer. He pulls out a chair. He sits. He does not order. He watches you. You feel the weight of his eyes. They are heavy. They are...
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