Episode 7 – The Miracle Letter
Jun 07, 2025
17-year-old Su-hyeon came running. She's now a volunteer at the center, teaching younger children.
"From whom?"
"I don't know. It looks like it's from abroad ."
Looking at the envelope, it was from America. The sender was . 'Lee Chae-won.'
"This is . what?"
With trembling hands, I opened the letter.
Hello, Teacher Kang Min-jae.
I am Lee Chae-won. Or rather, I am the person who was Lee Chae-won.
You'll be surprised, but I am alive.
From that accident five years ago . I didn't die.
My hands shook violently as I read the letter.
The medical staff called it a miracle too. I was unconscious for three months, but I woke up.
However, due to brain damage, I lost all my memories. So I was adopted by a new family and grew up in
America.
I only recently learned my true identity. And I also learned about the work you're doing.
Mom . mom really did pass away. While trying to save me.
But teacher, I don't resent you.
Rather, I'm grateful. Thanks to you, the dreams I wanted to live are being fulfilled.
I dropped the letter to the floor.
"Teacher! Are you okay?"
Su-hyeon asked worriedly.
"Chae-won is . Chae-won is alive?"
Min-ho came running.
"Hyung! What's wrong?"
I showed Min-ho the letter. He also looked shocked.
"Is this . really true?"
There was more to the letter.
I'm currently studying social work. To fulfill mom's dream.
And I'm planning to return to Korea next year.
I want to work at the center you created.
I want to use this new life I received for other people.
Just like you did, teacher.
See you soon.
Lee Chae-won
P.S. I have a new name now. Sophia Lee. But in Korea, I want to live as Chae-won again.
Along with the letter was a photo. Chae-won at 21 years old. She retained traces of her childhood
appearance while having grown into a beautiful woman.
"Hyung . this is truly a miracle."
I collapsed. The child I thought had been dead for five years was alive.
"I . I didn't kill her?"
But at the same time, an even greater sense of guilt washed over me. Eun-ju had died trying to save
Chae-won.
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Prologue - Confession of a Memory Merchant
My name is Kang Min-jae, 29 years old. My profession? Memory merchant.
At 7 AM sharp, I unfailingly open the door to my small shop bearing the sign "Memorium." From the
outside, it looks like an ordinary café, but instead of coffee, we sell memories here. To be precise, we buy,
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I work as a broker between them—sometimes like a doctor, sometimes like a counselor, sometimes just
as someone who listens.
But my own memories . they only go back three years. Everything before that is shrouded in fog, hazy
and unclear. Sometimes in dreams I hear someone's voice, but it vanishes the moment I wake up.
"Hyung . why did you do that ."
I had the same dream again last night. Someone was calling me, crying. But I don't know who it was or
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joy alongside them, and sometimes carry their burdens for them.
I find myself wondering: Who am I, really? And why did I end up doing this work
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