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It started with one letter.
A handwritten note left at the front desk of the bookstore, addressed only to "Elena Carter.".
The handwriting was neat. Careful. Almost too careful.
When I opened it, the words inside were simple.
Your story gave me the courage to leave. Thank you for surviving so that I knew I could, too.
There was no name. N