Mr. Jin's bookstore had one rule.
Don't touch the top shelf.
Leave those.
Sorry. I was looking for the tide tables.
Tide tables are by the register.
Where they've been for twenty years.
"To the Keeper, Cape Tomo Lighthouse."
Nobody's lived out there since before I was born.
Give it here, Haru.
Thirty-eight years I carried this town's mail.
These are the ones I couldn't deliver.
You kept them? All this time?
Burning a letter felt like burying someone.
Then give them back to the people who sent them.
Half of them are in the cemetery on the hill.
I'm burning the lot on Sunday.
My hands are done carrying them.
Lock the back on your way out.
Goodnight, Mr. Jin.
Evening, Tachibana-san.
Storm's coming in. Go home, girl.
Someone wrote this for one person.
Someone wrote this one, too.
To Sora. Never sent.
Mr. Jin had until Sunday. So did I.
These were on the pier last night...
That's my father's name on your envelope.
Where did you get it?
End of chapter
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