My hands trembled as I unfolded the faded letter.
The paper had yellowed with age, and the handwriting was delicate.
At the top, it simply read:
“To the woman who comes after me…”
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My hands trembled as I unfolded the faded letter.
The paper had yellowed with age, and the handwriting was delicate.
At the top, it simply read:
“To the woman who comes after me…”
Continue reading on next page…