The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The envelope was pale. It sat on the kitchen table like a bone. My sister, Clara, had brought it. Her face was tight. She did not look at me. She looked at the floor. The wood was worn. We lived in the old mill house. The air smelled of damp wool and cold ash. "Read it," she said. Her voice was thin. It broke at the end. I took the letter. The paper was heavy. It felt dead. I did not open it. I...

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