The Pale Letter
The house on the hill did not rot. This was the first thing I noticed, the second thing I understood, and the last thing I could bear. It stood in the center of the village, a structure of grey stone and darker timber, enduring the rain and the wind with a silence that felt less like absence and more like holding its breath. I am Thomas. I was the village schoolmaster for forty years. I am dead...
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