The Wistful Letter

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The iron compass in your left hand weighs precisely four ounces, a weight that has settled into the meat of your palm until the metal feels less like an object and more like a second, colder skeleton growing out of your skin. You have counted the hours since the fog began to rise from the valley floor, three hours of silence where the wind should be, and three hours of your own blood rushing in...

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