Mysticism Stories

The letter arrived in one of those thick, overly formal envelopes that you only ever see in legal matters or elaborate, overwrought invitations. The kind meant to impress upon the recipient a sense of weight, or gravity, or import—except this one was black, which made it even more ridiculous in its own way, as if announcing the death of someone who had already long ago evaporated from her life. Eve Laurier turned it over...