Letter 5 — The Long Way

Margaret writes back warmer than ever — and does the one thing Edwin asked of her, she dates her letter — but the date she sets down is three weeks ahead of the day he reads it, as if her time and his have quietly come apart. Stranger still, she thanks him, lovingly, for the cutting that has taken root by her wall — the same cutting still sitting undelivered on his own desk. Meanwhile the lane down to the old stone bridge has stopped holding its length: some mornings it takes ten minutes, some mornings three hours, and the village reads which it will be the way it reads the weather. As the first hard cold draws Hollowmere inward — sitting-up nights by the fire, an old man's half-told history of a village that set its clock down long ago — Edwin walks the long way home and finds his deepest fear isn't the strangeness at all, but how happy he has become inside it.

A bedtime story for adults. About an hour, read by a single warm British voice over a quiet music bed. No jump scares, no plot twists at high volume, no music that builds — written to be drifted through. Best with headphones, lamps low, eyes closed. If you fall asleep before he signs off, that's the idea. Sleep well.

New letter every week.

Prefer to drift off with your eyes closed? Follow Letters from Hollowmere on Spotify and each new letter arrives on its own — also on Apple Podcasts and Amazon Music / Audible.

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Narration created with ElevenLabs voice synthesis. Words written by a human.

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Letter 4 — The Far Garden

Margaret writes back, warm as ever — but something in her letter sits a half-inch out of place: a tall pale plant she cannot name has come up beside the angelica, and she admits she has begun to lose her careful count of the days. The very same two things have been happening to Edwin. Then the fog breaks to a hard frost, and a smell of impossible summer leads him over a frozen hill to a walled garden where it is always June — kept by old Mrs. Yarrow, who grows only the things that "came from away and took," the angelica among them. She presses a cutting into his hand for Margaret's wall, and tells him a thing about long roots that he cannot decide is the most comforting or the most frightening he has ever heard.

A bedtime story for adults. About an hour, read by a single warm British voice over a quiet music bed. No jump scares, no plot twists at high volume, no music that builds — written to be drifted through. Best with headphones, lamps low, eyes closed. If you fall asleep before he signs off, that's the idea. Sleep well.

New letter every week.

Prefer to drift off with your eyes closed? Follow Letters from Hollowmere on Spotify and each new letter arrives on its own — also on Apple Podcasts and Amazon Music / Audible.

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/033uSY6tL5SpN3jGLG5sMC

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Narration created with ElevenLabs voice synthesis. Words written by a human.

#sleepstory #bedtimestoryforadults #cozysleep #lettersfromhollowmere #sleepstoryforadults #fallasleepfast

Letter 3 — The Bakehouse
The reply Edwin has been waiting for arrives from his sister Margaret — and comes, he's almost certain, sooner than the long slow road should allow. Then the fog settles deep in the valley, and on one white morning the smell of new bread draws him through it to a place he had never seen: a low, golden bakehouse kept by Mr. Oates, whose oven has never once been let go cold, and who opens his door only "when the fog's in." Edwin warms his hands at an unbroken fire, eats the finest loaf of his year, and carries it home through a village that finds nothing at all strange in any of it — only him, the man from away, still turning to look back.
A bedtime story for adults. About an hour, read by a single warm British voice over a quiet music bed. No jump scares, no plot twists at high volume, no music that builds — written to be drifted through. Best with headphones, lamps low, eyes closed. If you fall asleep before he signs off, that's the idea. Sleep well.
New letter every week.
Prefer to drift off with your eyes closed? Follow Letters from Hollowmere on Spotify and each new letter arrives on its own — also on Apple Podcasts and Amazon Music / Audible.Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/033uSY6tL5SpN3jGLG5sMC
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Narration created with ElevenLabs voice synthesis. Words written by a human.
#sleepstory #bedtimestoryforadults #cozysleep #lettersfromhollowmere #sleepstoryforadults #fallasleepfast