The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-21 19:09:46 -

The glass shatters. It explodes against your chest. You bleed. The shards bite. Red stains your white shirt. The sound is a scream. Silence follows. You are not human. You are the house. You are the walls. You are the dust. The boy runs. He is small. He is fast. He is Thomas. Your son. He does not look back. He runs toward the tree line. He runs toward the dark. He runs away from you. You do...

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