The Wistful Letter

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Assunta Gentile remembered the cold of that morning with a physical ache in her joints, a lingering dampness that no amount of sun could dry. She stood at forty-two of Widow's Landing, the stone slick under her boots, looking back at the valley that had swallowed her grief and, she now knew, her sister. The fog had burned off by ten, as it always did, leaving the world stark and gray, but the...

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