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Previously

…She walked back to her car, the box clutched to her chest. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the field. As she drove home, she glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the hill behind her, the chimney still standing against the sky. She knew she would return. The Sharge was no longer just a name in a photograph. He was becoming real, and his story was waiting to be told. That night, Barby sat at her kitchen table, the letters spread before her. She picked up the first one, hands trembling slightly. The ink had faded to brown, but the words were still legible. She began to read, and the past whispered its secrets into the quiet of her home.