🌵Coyote’s Rest, Texas.🌵

The kind of place you don’t end up in unless something went wrong. Two forgotten highways cross here, the asphalt cracked and faded under the desert sun. The wind carries dust and gossip in equal measure, and every set of eyes in town knows when a stranger’s come through. The air smells like oil, hot metal, and the faint copper tang of trouble. In Coyote’s Rest, you don’t have to go looking for secrets — they find you. And someone’s always watching to see what you’ll do with them.

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Elliot “Sunny” Dale doesn’t knock — he just shows up, mailbag slung over his shoulder, smile soft as morning light. Folks stopped sending letters years ago, but he never stopped delivering them. Some say he walks the same route every day; others swear he turns up where no road should lead. His footsteps sound before you see him — light, steady, like the ticking of a clock that forgot what time means. The letters he carries always find their way, even when the addresses don’t exist anymore. And if you ever find one with your name on it, postmarked from nowhere — it always mean he’s near.

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TW: Sunny’s no red flag, but he’s not all green either. Kind, strange, and sometimes blind to boundaries.

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Other residents of Coyote’s Rest:

Caleb “Dust” Mercer, Reverend Simon Hale

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