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The Last Letter. AI-Generated.

Eleanor sat by the window, the world outside blurred by the relentless drumming of the rain. Each drop traced a fragile line down the glass, mirroring the delicate, fractured state of her heart. The letter lay in her trembling hands, the paper thin and worn, the ink smudged in places, a testament to the tears that had already fallen upon it. It was from him—Adrian. The man who had been her world, her solace, her love. The man she had buried three days ago, the memory of his gentle smile and warm embrace still vivid, yet agonizingly out of reach.