The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

I dreamed of the rain. Not the gentle kind that washes the dust from the windows, but the heavy, grey curtain that swallows the world. In the dream, I was walking. My boots were soaked through. The leather had stiffened, cracking with every step. I was wearing the coat. The wool was thick, dark, and heavy. It smelled of damp earth and old iron. I walked until my legs gave way. Then I woke. The...

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