The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The sky tore open not with thunder, but with a sound like wet silk snapping, a high, keen wail that seemed to come from inside my own ribcage before it ever reached my ears. I was walking the ridge above the valley, a place where the pines grew so thick they formed a second, darker sky, and I had been expecting rain, but I had not been expecting the end of the world. The air turned to ice in my...

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