lauvyrj
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- Parts 11
In a modern world where the divine is forgotten, gods and demigods are reduced to bedtime stories and dusty folklore, Yeji, a hardworking CEO drowning in deadlines and disillusionment, escapes to an old bookshop tucked between newer, glossier buildings - a quiet place where reality has always felt a little softer.
There, hidden in the spine of a weathered mythology book, is a letter. Faded ink. No stamp. No envelope. Dated over a hundred years ago.
It wasn't meant for her.
But it feels like it is.
As she begin to read, more letters appear - not mailed, not delivered, but waiting. Each one signed by a name she thought belonged only to myth. And each one knows a little too much about her.
Now, haunted by the words of someone who shouldn't exist, they're faced with a quiet unraveling..
Who wrote the letters?
Why do they feel so personal?
And why does it feel like they're being written... still?
A SHORT FANFICTION