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If You're Reading This
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    Time 27m
Ongoing, First published Oct 16
"Do you believe letters can travel through time?"

That was the first line she ever received-written in neat handwriting, tucked into her mailbox on a rainy afternoon.

Raina thought it was a prank. Until the second letter arrived.

His name was Aiden. He claimed to be writing from the future-a world where she no longer existed.

One letter turned into two, then ten, then thirty-two. Between words and weeks, they built a bridge that defied years, thunder, and fate itself.

But the closer they got, the clearer it became: every letter was rewriting time.

And not every story is meant to be remembered.

A slow-burn story told through letters, rain, and the impossible kind of love that lingers-even after the last page.
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