The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The house breathed. It was a deep, wet inhalation that rattled the windowpanes of the library. Marta stood by the fire. Her hands were still. They were always still now. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper. A thick fog pressed against the glass. It looked like teeth. Or fingers. Trying to get in. Marta did not look at it. She looked at her left hand. The skin was pale. Too pale. Like...

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