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Dear Jess,

I don’t know if this letter will get to you. The book says it should, but the book has lied before. We’ve figured some stuff out about it while you’ve been gone. For starters, as far as we can tell, … Continue reading

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Skittering

They come out in the fall. That’s their season, and that’s when they’re dangerous. It’s when they can blend in. You could see a hundred and you wouldn’t think anything of it. You’re not really looking for them after all. … Continue reading

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A Hole in the Ground

The hole wasn’t large, perhaps a foot across at the most. Not so big as to be particularly worthy of scrutiny, but big enough to notice and walk around. Someone had gone to the trouble of surrounding the hole with … Continue reading

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