Gefreiter Braun found it in an abandoned farmhouse—a letter, half-written, still on the table where someone had left it in haste.
"My dearest Hans," it began. "The soldiers are coming. We must flee. I don't know if this will reach you. I don't know if you're even alive. But I need you to know: I love you. I'll wait for you. Always."
Braun folded the letter carefully, tucking it into his pocket. Hans was probably dead, somewhere in the snow of the Eastern Front. The woman who wrote this was probably dead too, or lost, or waiting forever.
But the letter survived. Someone had loved, and
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