The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-20 09:59:00 -

I woke with the taste of iron and crushed petals on my tongue, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat like a bad memory refusing to dissolve, and the first light filtering through the heavy velvet drapes of my study was not the warm, golden hue of morning but a sickly, pale grey that seemed to suck the warmth from the very air, leaving the room cold and stagnant in a way that had...

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