The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The train did not roar so much as it groaned, a long, low moan of rusted iron and strained steel that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones as we cut through the grey belly of the industrial valley, where the smokestacks of the textile mills stood like silent, smoking sentinels against a sky the color of bruised slate. I sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, my knees drawn up to...

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