The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of gray misery that blurred the edges of the town. I stood in the doorway of the archive, my hands shaking not from the cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the ink stains that had seeped into my skin. They were not just stains; they were bruises, dark and spreading, a map of every error I had committed in the...

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