Letter No. 03: The House That Waited

In every city, there are places that simply exist.
And then there are places that remember you
before you arrive.

A home can be more than walls and a roof.
It can be a table set for one more.
A fire kept a little warmer.
A door left unlocked.
A chair that waits.

On Brimstone Lane, one such house keeps
its lamps lit and its heart open.

Some doors lead you home.
Others lead you exactly where you belong.

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Every traveler deserves a place where the kettle is warm, and someone is glad they arrived.

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