The Golden Circuit
The letter was found in the hollow of the oak tree behind the house. It was dated three years prior, the day the fever broke. Margaret’s hand was steady then. The ink was black. The paper was dry. She had written it to her mother, who was already dead. The house stood on a hill. The grass grew thick and high. The windows were dark. The silence was heavy. It pressed against the walls. It pressed...
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