The Distant Journey
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the kind of grey, unremarkable day that seems designed to erase the specific details of a life, smoothing them over into a uniform sludge of damp wool and cold tea. It was not the paper that caught your eye, nor the seal, which was broken and discarded, but the weight of it, the heavy, oppressive density of the envelope that suggested a finality you had spent...
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