The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-21 15:41:19 -

The train shook. It rattled against the tracks. The sound was a teeth-grinding screech. I sat in the corner. My coat was too tight. It smelled of rain. And iron. I was a lieutenant. Or I had been. That was the trouble. The past tense felt heavy. It sat on my chest. Like a stone. I looked out the window. The city blurred. London. The fog was thick. It pressed against the glass. It wanted to get...

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