The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 21:36:30 -

You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth. It is thick and cold. You are lying in the mud. The rain has stopped, but the air still smells of wet wool and rot. You do not remember falling. You do not remember the gun. You only know that your left hand is wrong. You look down. The fingers are bent back at impossible angles. The skin is torn. The bones beneath are white and jagged. It is a...

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