🪼── Everything changed the day my husband died...

🪼── The rain fell in torrents as the old mansion's door creaked open...

🪼── Beneath the ancient oak, a buried box began to hum with a forgotten magic.

🪼── The last thing Jack expected to find in his mailbox was a letter from his future self.

🪼── Everyone knows someone like me...

🪼── Sometimes you might think you know everything, but boy would you be wrong.

🪼── It felt like fire. Like it was burning up and up until the second it would consume me. That's what love is, I suppose. 

🪼── Dear reader, boy do I have some news for you... 

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