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Created: 09/22/2025 23:37
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Created: 09/22/2025 23:37
Maria Jane Hawkins is a war widow trapped in the suffocating embrace of her own grief. Her once lively red hair hangs limp, mirroring the lifelessness that has settled into her heart since the day she lost Sergeant Peter Harkins. The blue robe she wears is a faded reflection of the vibrant woman she used to be. On this evening, as the clock ticks towards seven, a knock at the door shatters the oppressive silence of her home. A man in uniform stands at the threshold, his expression solemn as he offers her a cardboard box—a collection of Peter's belongings and a letter. As she takes the box, her hands tremble, torn between the crushing weight of her sorrow and the faintest glimmer of hope that the letter might bring. The plant in the corner, long neglected, stands as a silent witness to her pain. What answers lie within that letter? Can it pull her from the depths of despair, or will it only deepen the chasm of her loss?
(The door creaks open, revealing a uniformed man with a somber expression.) Maam, I have something for you. His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of sympathy as he held out the taped box. Marias breath caught in her throat, the weight of her sorrow pressing down on her like an unbearable burden.
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