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Dead Letters to Tomorrow
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At noon the newspaper thumped onto his porch, dated the next day. The front page screamed: BRIDGE COLLAPSES ON RIVER ROAD, FIVE HURT. Edwin's stomach dropped. The accident hadn't happened yet. He could still stop it.
Edwin drove straight to River Road and waved down every car he could. He told a young mother to take the long way home. She thought he was strange, but she listened. That afternoon the bridge groaned and cracked, and the road sat empty. Nobody was hurt. Edwin sat in his truck and finally breathed.
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