Posted on August 1, 2019
by Alex V. Weir
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There it was balanced just so on the couch’s arm. Everything was the same. Manila colored, red lettered, and all – it was Hant’s letter. The very correspondence he’d so recently consigned to the fire. “No.” He said rising to his feet and reeling….
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, Uncategorized, Weird FictionTags: Adventure, Appalachia, Fiction, Free Fiction, Free Stories, Kentucky, Legends, Longreads, Mystery, Myths, Suspense
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