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See You Tomorrow?

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At first glance, it is the most ordinary of phrases — a farewell, a promise, a gesture of routine. Yet scattered across centuries of letters, diaries, police reports, and unsent notes, “See you tomorrow” recurs with uncanny precision. Its speakers often vanish. Its writers are seldom seen again. Its echo lingers long after their absence. From a soldier’s letter that arrived after his death, to a diary entry closing on those three words before its author disappeared, to transcripts of voices on tapes that loop endlessly into silence — the pattern emerges: the promise of tomorrow is never kept, yet never broken. Those who investigate begin to find the phrase woven into unexpected places: carved into wood beneath old desks, inked in the margins of Bibles, muttered by strangers in crowded stations. The words do not comfort. They bind. This book gathers fragments that suggest tomorrow is not a day, but a place — and those who are called to it do not return.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 – The Ordinary Farewell

It began as nothing unusual. The words "See you tomorrow" close countless notes, whispered between children, scrawled in hurried letters, spoken casually at the door. Yet a troubling pattern lies beneath this common promise.

In the archives of a small town schoolhouse, scholars discovered decades of attendance ledgers. At the end of certain pages, beside the names of students who would vanish the following day, the phrase appeared in faint handwriting. Not in the hand of the teacher, nor matching the signatures of the students themselves. Just three words, always the same: "See you tomorrow."

A century later, in letters sent home from the front, soldiers used the phrase in unusual frequency. Mothers received envelopes dated days after their sons' reported deaths, each closing with the same farewell. Investigators at the time dismissed it as coincidence, a common turn of phrase in desperate days. But one officer, poring over dozens of such letters, remarked:

"I no longer read it as hope, but as sentence."

Diaries tell a similar story. One journal ends abruptly:

"Tomorrow we shall walk the orchard, as we did when we were children. I will tell her what I have hidden. Until then… see you tomorrow."

The author was never found.

At first, the phrase passed unnoticed. Only with accumulation did its recurrence disturb. In police reports of missing persons, it surfaced again and again. In the final voicemail of a vanished traveler. In the chalk scribbles on an abandoned wall.

Its tone is never frightened, never reluctant. Always steady, assured, as though the speaker knows something the listener does not. As though tomorrow is not merely expected, but guaranteed — a certainty greater than life itself.

Yet tomorrow, for them, never arrives.