The Wistful Letter

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Homer Cavett looked back from the edge of the bay, where the water lay still and black as spilled ink, and remembered the weight of the silver brooch against his chest, a cold stone that only warmed when he spoke the truth. He had come to this place, a tourist town in the off-season, to finish what he started, to publish the thesis on folklore that would secure his tenure, but the air here...

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