I almost missed it entirely. It was just laundry — Nathan's coat, the pockets I always checked before running a wash, out of habit more than anything else.Loose receipts, gum wrappers, the occasional forgotten business card.I'd done it a thousand times without incident.This time, my fingers closed around a folded slip of paper that felt different from the start. Crisp. New. The kind of paper that hadn't been through a pocket more than once or twice.I want to explain what it felt like, physically, because I don't think I understood until that moment how much a single piece of paper could weigh. It was nothing, really. A small receipt, damp slightly at one corner from being carried through at least one rainy day. And yet the second my fingers closed around it, before I'd even unfolded it to see what it said, something in me already knew.Some old, animal instinct that exists beneath language, beneath reason, recognized the shape of the thing in my hand as something that was goi
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