Deep in the Night, the City Burned Red
A fifty-year wanderer finds an old letter from his wife in his pocket, bridging decades of absence.
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He exhaled smoke and gazed at the lighthouse beyond the haze.
He cannot even remember when he last returned home.
Nearly fifty years have passed since he left home with a foolish heart in his youth and wandered without direction.
Then he picked up a worn letter that fell from his pocket, and it was one his wife had sent yesterday.
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