Mia had never buried a letter. But the attic with the green trunk had been a detail from childhood stories her grandmother told—a place Mia had always assumed was metaphor. That night, with the city rumbling far below, she walked to the house that still held the scent of her past. She opened the attic, heart pounding like a drum line. There was a green trunk beneath a dust sheet. Beneath the lid, wrapped in a brittle tea towel, was a small envelope. Her name was on it in a hand she did not recognize.
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