mystery
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part IV
The winter night pressed in on Philadelphia, thick and suffocating, as Eliot made his way down the icy streets, hands buried deep in his coat pockets. His breath came out in uneven clouds, hanging in the cold air before dissolving… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part III
Eliot sat at his kitchen table, staring at his blank journal. The paper was crisp and white, mocking him with its emptiness. His pen hovered, twitching in his fingers, as he struggled to put words down—any words—about Ida. He could… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part II
The wind whipped around Eliot as he hurried down Chestnut Street, his boots crunching through the thin layer of snow that blanketed Philadelphia. His scarf fluttered, barely protecting his face from the bitter cold, but the chill in the air… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part I
The wind that swept through Philadelphia on that bitter winter morning felt colder than usual, biting at Eliot’s face as he trudged down Walnut Street. He tightened his scarf, pulling his coat closer, trying to shake off the chill that… Continue reading
