The Wistful Letter

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The letter sat on the workbench, the ink still wet and smelling of iron. I read it three times, my thumb rubbing the edge of the paper until it frayed. It was a bill from Harrow, demanding the final payment for the glass chandelier before the winter freeze. I signed it without thinking. My hands were steady, but my chest felt tight, a cinder box stuffed with wet ash. I was forty-two, a...

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