The Wistful Letter

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The snow had been falling for three days, a relentless, white static that erased the horizon and turned the world into a single, blinding void. I woke at 0300, not from an alarm, but from the weight of the cold pressing against my ribs, a physical pressure that felt less like temperature and more like a hand slowly closing around my heart. In the dream, I was buried up to my neck in the drifts,...

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