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Nothing Left but Ash

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-06-19 21:56:39

CELESTINE'S POV:

I read the letter three times.

The first time, I read it for the words. The second time, I read it for the spaces between them. The third time, I read it to see if I could find any trace of the man I used to love, any echo of the person I thought he was.

I do not find anything.

There is no apology in this letter. There is no remorse. There is just a dying man trying to make himself feel better by saying words that he thinks I want to hear. He does not mention the baby. He does
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