The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Institute for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing smelled of roasted lamb and old wood polish. It was a heavy, cloying scent, thick enough to taste on the back of the tongue. Margaret sat at the end of the long mahogany table, her spine pressed against the hard wood of the chair. She did not eat. She watched the hands of the other guests. Her hands were still. They...

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