The Wistful Letter

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The rain on the roof of the moving train was not a sound but a presence, a heavy, rhythmic drumming that seemed to sync with the thudding of your own heart in your chest. You sat in the corner of the carriage, the leather seat worn thin by decades of weary travelers, and you watched the grey English countryside blur into a smear of mud and dying autumn leaves. You were not a man given to...

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