The Wistful Letter
You have always believed that the roots of the old apple tree in the backyard were holding the house together, a structural necessity so profound that to uproot it would be an act of architectural suicide, yet as you stand now in the skeletal, wind-battered expanse of the moorland, your hands shaking not from the cold but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the silence that has followed you...
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