Every evening on the terrace you read to me from the books about the boy wizard with the scar, while the trams rang below.
Meera, we never finished the last book.
The rest of this letter is sealed.
Looking through the drawer…
Looking through the drawer…
One sealed letter is waiting for Meera.
Every evening on the terrace you read to me from the books about the boy wizard with the scar, while the trams rang below.
Meera, we never finished the last book.
The rest of this letter is sealed.