That was her final letter, and since then, no missive from 10497 has graced by my hands.
Days turned into endless nights, yet hope clung to me like a desperate prayer.
Each day, i waited by the window, yearning for the dove's return, longing for another letter. But alas, it never came.
But then, the dove returned! It carried something in its beak. In that moment, all my endless nights of hopelessness eased, replaced by a glimmer of possibility.
"a letter from 𝟣𝟢𝟦𝟫𝟩"
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Letters From 10497
Roman d'amourIt all started when a dove landed on my window sill,leaving behind pieces of paper.it seemed like a letter. "A letter from 10497"
