The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain fell upon the stone causeway with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a judgment, each droplet striking the wet cobblestones with a sound like a small, boneless knuckle tapping against a door, and I walked with my head bowed against the wind, clutching the leather satchel to my chest where the shape of the object within pressed a cold, jagged indentation into my...

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