A mysterious letter. A village that shouldn't exist. A post office that breathes. Phoenix Firebolt has spent twenty-three years at a desk job so beige it practically apologizes for existing. No friends. No connections. No one who'd notice if she disappeared. Then a letter arrives, sealed with wax, written in handwriting she almost recognizes, offering her a position as mail carrier in Mosshollow, an enchanted village hidden from the ordinary world. The post office is a living tree. The mailboxes have opinions. The puffin who comes with the job has a sardine budget and zero tolerance for tardiness. Mosshollow is full of enchanted care packages, a tea-prescribing proprietor, and a baker who considers cold scones a moral failing. For the first time in decades, Phoenix feels home. But the post office is keeping secrets. And some of them are hers. A cozy fantasy about found family, magical mail, and learning that the bravest thing you can do is stay. Perfect for readers who love Legends & Lattes and The House in the Cerulean Sea.