The Wistful Letter

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Leszek Michalski remembered the weight of the silver before the cold took it, a memory sharper than the February air that bit through his uniform. He was fifty-four, a border guard with thirty years of service, and his heart was a failing engine, stuttering in the chest like a bad carburetor. The retirement feast had been a blur of cheap vodka and the clatter of plates, but the locket had been...

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