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Dear Elan
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ChasingStarlight7
Ongoing, First published Dec 08, 2018
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"I'm not very good at writing letters. You should know that by now." 
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Meet Otto Rosenfeld, a stranger in a lonely city. He writes letters addressed to a distant friend from another time as he attempts to make sense of his life and his job. Join him in his shaky fulfilment of a promise to build a better life (by means of: shady jobs, some nice downstairs neighbours, and being scared of a 6-year old.) 
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An 11-part short story about life after war. I have written all eleven parts and they are some 6-7 thousand words. I will be updating sporadically. Hope you enjoy.
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