Letters from the Past
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Última publicación mié, sep 14, 2016
Feathery echoes of long-ago greetings swam through Ludwig's mind, like the hint of a melody at the end of a concerto; there, but only in his head. One in particular stood out:
Dearest Ludwig,
I'll be waiting for you... Don't forget me, okay?
Yours, F.V.
Who is that mysterious person, and where did they go?
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