The Wistful Letter

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The light in the office was the color of old bandages. Usha Reddy sat at her desk, the phone ringing beside a stack of unpaid utility bills, and stared at the single sheet of paper before her. It was a letter from her deceased mentor, Dr. Menon, dated three years prior, but the ink moved. It bled. It rearranged itself into a script that was not his. It was hers. Usha had come to this building...

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