The Weight of Old Letters
The Weight of Old LettersI.The heat in Oakhaven did not come in waves. It sat on the town like a hand on the neck — steady, unrelenting, pressing down until everything beneath it bent. Cecilia Faulkner stood in her grandmother's study and felt the sweat trickle down her spine despite the ceiling fan's lazy rotation.The boxes were stacked to the ceiling: bundles of letters tied with string,...
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