He was a famous writer with thousands of fans. He met
hundreds of them at events, book fairs and tours; of course he didn’t remember
most of them later.
In her first letter to him, Anne claimed she had met him at
a book event earlier that year; he had no reason to doubt it. Her handwriting
was calligraphy.
After a year the monthly letters ceased arriving. A month
later while travelling to Manali his car rolled down a gorge near a haunted
British bungalow, the same place where the letters came from. Anne had died
there in 1873.
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