The Wistful Letter

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The bell tolled. It was a heavy sound. Wet. Like a stone dropped into a deep well. Maren sat in the chair. The wood bit into her thighs. She did not move. Her eyes were fixed on the window. Outside, the fog pressed against the glass. It looked like a face. It looked like hunger. Inside, the air was still. Thick. It tasted of dust and old paper. She held the letter. It was folded. Small. White....

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