The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain fell on the stone roof of the parish hall. It drummed a steady, cold rhythm. Margot stood by the window. She held a grey wool shawl in her hands. The fabric was damp. It smelled of mildew and old ash. She had found it in the archives. It lay folded inside a ledger from 1924. The ledger recorded the debts of the town. Not money. Debts of silence. Margot was the new archivist. She had...

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