Letters of love

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…With a heart overflowing with adoration, Elias Thorne. The parchment lay heavy in my hand, the ink still glistening, a testament to the storm that had raged within me. I sealed it with a kiss, a silent prayer for its safe passage, for a moment of grace in the unforgiving landscape of our lives. The night air was cool against my skin, but within me, a fire had been kindled, a fragile ember of hope that dared to glow against the encroaching darkness. I had laid bare my soul, and now, all that remained was the agonizing wait for the dawn, and for whatever answer, or indeed, silence, it might bring.