The village of Halshaven had always basked in the warm embrace of the sea. Its waters sparkled with a luminescence that no one could explain—an otherworldly glow that turned the village into a ...  [+]

The world forgot about handwritten letters, but Arthur remained. His shop, "The Last Word," smelled of dust and drying ink. His business was simple, and morbid: people came to pre-write their final ...  [+]