The Wistful Letter

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The taste of copper and burnt sugar was the first thing I knew. It coated my tongue, thick and cloying, a flavor that did not belong to the cold, damp air of the train carriage. I woke with my jaw clenching, trying to grind away a phantom sweetness that had no source. Around me, the carriage was empty, save for the rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks and the low, humming vibration of...

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