📄A Letter from Burrington

Author: Unknown
Recipient: Mayor Silas Glaston
Recovered From: Private correspondence, Glaston family archive (handwriting does not match any known family member)
Date: Undated, pre-Burrington founding, possibly 1787

Mayor Glaston,

You will stand on that shore tomorrow and believe it is empty. You will see the water curling against the banks and think the land beyond it is waiting for you, untouched and willing. You will imagine yourself as the first to claim it.

But the land remembers, even when men do not.

It will greet you the way it greets everyone at first, still, quiet, generous with space. It will let you plant your stakes and draw your maps. It will let you take. And in that taking, you will believe you’ve won.

You have not.

There are places here where the air bends if you stand too long. There are trees that grow in patterns only visible from above. There are nights when the wind carries voices that don’t belong to the living. I tell you this not to warn you away, but to let you know that it has already chosen you.

Something will happen here that no map can prepare you for. You won’t understand it, not then. No one will. Not until it’s too late.

But the land will understand.

When you look out from the deck tomorrow, remember this: you are not discovering anything. You are being allowed in. For now.

– [signature unreadable]

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