The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 21:37:41 -

The blood was warm, a startling, visceral red against the pale gray of the kitchen tiles, and it pooled with a terrible, slow gravity around the bare feet of my father. He was on his knees, or perhaps falling, the distinction blurred by the sudden, violent lurch of my own body as I hit the floor. The air in the house was thick, stale, smelling of old dust and the metallic tang of iron that now...

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