The Pale Letter
The bread was too dry to chew, and you kept it in your mouth, swallowing the dust of the mill and the silence of the kitchen, because if you stopped chewing, the sound of the clock on the mantel would fill the room and you would have to listen to the tick that marked the seconds you had stolen from the world. You are the constable, or you were, before the letter came, before the men from the...
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