The manuscript arrived on the first of October. No stamp. No return address. Just my name written across the front in black ink, ‘MARA VANE’ I found it on the doormat when I came home from the supermarket, half-hidden beneath a flyer for a local Halloween event. I almost threw it away. That was the first thing I remembered later.…
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This was supposed to be the best day of their lives. A new house, beautiful as they ever could have imagined. With a brown brick frame, squared windows and an adorable little red door. The day they closed the deal, the real estate agent seemed a little too happy to be getting rid of the place. Neither of them wondered…