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Dear Milly's Short Story

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If you asked me where it all started, I would not be able to tell you, for I believe it had many beginnings. The first beginning is not one I was witness to. So I shall disclose to you the events as I experienced them; from the beginning of my involvement.
Two years had passed since my poor dear Milly’s illness had taken her from me, and I still thought of her every night. She was in my dreams, and in all of my thoughts. I try now not to dwell on her as I did then, for I believe it is her face that enticed this haunting. I call it a haunting, for I don’t know what else to call it, my friend. It was not simply an isolated incident, and it was not someone in costume.
As you’ll recall, last summer I wrote to you about my brother’s purchase of

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