One Red Rose, One Silent Plea, and a Story I Couldn’t Ignore
I almost didn’t see it. The envelope lay tucked beneath a bush, half-hidden in shadow, as if someone had been careful not to be noticed. My fingers hovered over the paper, sensing that whatever lay inside wasn’t meant for me— but somehow, it felt as if it had been waiting for me. A faint trace …
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