The Healing House on Hollow Creek
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in paper so thin it might have been made from water itself. Eleanor Ashworth read it by the light of a single gas candle, the fog pressing against her window like a living thing, and understood immediately that this was either the most important thing that had happened to her in three years or the most dangerous. It was written in a precise, elegant hand...
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