The Wistful Letter

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The rain had stopped, but the air still held the weight of it. Margaret stood at the window. The glass was cold. She pressed her forehead against it. Outside, the town of Oakhaven lay in a gray haze. The streetlamps had not yet come on. The darkness was absolute. She waited. The letter sat on the table. It was not a letter. It was a bone. A human phalanx, white and smooth. It had been wrapped...

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