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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 decided to fix the bridge himself before morning. He loaded his truck with planks and rope and drove out to the old crossing, working under the stars to brace the weakest beam.
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By sunrise, Edwin's repair held. The first car rolled across the patched bridge with a gentle bounce, and the driver waved thanks. The newspaper's grim headline never came true. Edwin drove home tired, muddy, and prouder than he'd ever been at the post office.
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