The Wistful Letter
The car stopped at the edge of the tree line. Mara checked the mirror. Her face was pale. Her eyes were red. She turned off the engine. Silence filled the cabin. Silence filled the woods. The house stood in the clearing. It was old. It was tall. It was wrong. The paint peeled like dead skin. The windows were dark. They looked like empty sockets. Mara stepped out. The air was cold. The air was...
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