The Wistful Voyage

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The letter was fused, the ink bleeding into the fiber like a bruise spreading under skin. You held the brittle sheet in your gloved hands, the paper warm despite the chill in the archive room, and you knew, with a certainty that felt like a physical blow, that you were looking at your own handwriting. The dates were wrong, the names were wrong, but the cadence of the sentences, the specific way...

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