The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The train had already left. Thomas stood on the platform. The gravel crunched under his boots. He was seven years old. His hands were in his pockets. His knuckles were white. The sky was gray. It was a flat, heavy gray. It pressed down on the town of Oakhaven. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. It was a cold morning. The kind of cold that gets into your bones and stays there. Thomas...

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