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21/08/2025

📖 The Last Letter
Chapter 5: The Second Letter

The full moon rose like silver fire over the town. Mara sat at the kitchen table again, the diary and the locket before her. The house felt too quiet, as though even the walls held their breath.

The second letter waited in the same velvet pouch, sealed with a black wax she hadn’t noticed before. The seal looked fresher, almost alive.

Her hands shook as she broke it open.

*"My dearest Mara,

By now you have found the locket and the diary. You know there are pieces missing. That is because they were never mine to write. They belong to her.

When the full moon rises, she will seek the locket. Do not let her have it. She is bound to me, and through me, to you.

If you are reading this, the choice is yours—burn the locket and end her forever… or wear it, and let her in.

But remember, Mara—every gift has its price."*

The candle flickered violently. A cold wind swept through the room, though no window was open. And in the reflection of the kitchen window, Mara swore she saw a woman standing behind her—smiling.

The flame went out.

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21/08/2025

📖 The Last Letter
Chapter 4: Echoes in Ink

Mara couldn’t resist. The diary begged to be read.

The first entry began innocently enough—childhood memories, songs Lola had loved, fragments of her youth. But then, the words grew darker.

"There are things I cannot tell anyone—not yet. The locket is a key, and the letters are doors. Mara must never know until she is ready. Until the moon is whole again."

Mara’s fingers trembled as she turned the pages. Each entry painted her grandmother not as the gentle woman who had hummed lullabies at the kitchen table—but as someone guarding a secret that stretched beyond memory and time.

And then—halfway through—the entries stopped.

The rest of the diary’s pages were blank. Empty. Waiting.

But tucked between two pages was a folded slip of paper, yellowed and fragile.

On it, just four words: “She is coming soon.”

The silence of the attic pressed heavy against Mara’s chest. Who was coming? And why did Lola leave the warning for her?

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21/08/2025

📖 The Last Letter
Chapter 3: The Hidden Hollow

The attic smelled of dust and silence. Shadows stretched long across the wooden beams as Mara climbed the narrow staircase, her hand brushing the wall for balance.

She hadn’t been here since the day they’d packed away Lola’s belongings—photographs, old books, the cracked jewelry box that never closed right.

Her heart thudded as she counted the boards near the attic window. One… two… three. She knelt, fingers digging at the edges until the wood gave a tired groan.

Inside the hollow space lay a small velvet pouch and a thin, leather-bound diary.

The pouch was heavy in her hand. She opened it—and gasped. A locket, shaped like a crescent moon, gleamed faintly in the dim light. When she touched it, warmth spread through her palm, as if the metal itself remembered her.

The diary, however, was different. Its cover bore no title, but the first page was dated nearly fifty years ago—in Lola’s unmistakable handwriting.

Mara sat frozen. The pages whispered secrets waiting to be heard.

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19/08/2025

📖 The Last Letter
Chapter 2: Ink from the Past

The paper trembled slightly in Mara’s hands—not from the breeze, but from the way her fingers had started to shake. The letter was sealed with red wax, the imprint barely legible but unmistakably old.

She sat at the kitchen table, the same table where her grandmother used to slice apples and hum old lullabies. Carefully, she broke the seal.

The letter was handwritten in looping, elegant script:

My dearest Mara,

If you're reading this, it means time has kept its promise.
You are not crazy. And yes, I am gone—but only in the way flowers are gone in winter.
There is something you must remember. Something I helped you forget.
Go to the attic. The third floorboard from the window is hollow. Lift it. Take only what calls to you.

And Mara... whatever you do, do not read the second letter until the full moon.

With all my love,
Lola

Mara stared at the letter, her pulse pounding.
She hadn’t thought about the attic in years. Hadn’t been up there since the funeral.

But the full moon was just three nights away.

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18/08/2025

📖 The Last Letter

Chapter 1: The Stranger’s Visit

It was a quiet Tuesday when Mara heard three soft knocks at the door—barely loud enough to notice, but somehow... she knew they were for her.

When she opened it, a man stood there. Mid-thirties, calm eyes, holding a folded letter that looked decades old.

“Are you Mara Reyes?” he asked.
She nodded slowly.
He handed her the letter. “Your grandmother told me to give this to you—today. She said you’d understand.”

Mara froze.
“My grandmother passed away five years ago.”

The man smiled gently. “She said you’d say that.”

Then he walked away.

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18/05/2025

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A thousand times more blessings
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Elvis Agyemang.