The Pale Letter
THE PALE LETTER It began with a letter that arrived on a Tuesday, though neither Mrs. Eleanor Voss nor the postman would ever agree on which Tuesday precisely, because time in the district of St. James had begun to behave like water left too long in a stopped gutter—still, motionless, full of things that had no business surviving. The letter bore no return address. Its envelope was the colour...
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