The Postman of Silent Letters

In a quiet coastal town, a man named Henry delivered letters no one remembered writing. Each envelope was addressed in delicate handwriting and sealed with wax shaped like a crescent moon.

The townsfolk thought it was a prank — until they opened them. Inside were notes from their lost loved ones. Messages only those people could have written.

Henry never knew who sent them. He only followed the addresses that appeared in his satchel each dawn.

One day, there was a letter addressed to him. It was written in his own handwriting. The message was short:

“You can rest now. The route is complete.”

The climax: The next morning, a new postman took over — finding Henry’s satchel hanging by the lighthouse, filled with blank envelopes that smelled faintly of sea salt and roses.