The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain fell in sheets. Cold. Sharp. It drummed against the tin roof of the depot. You sat. Hands on knees. The letter was in your pocket. Heavy. Not from paper. From weight. You were a guard. Stationed at the mill. The air smelled of rust. And coal smoke. The year was 1912. The machines groaned. The gears turned. Endless. Relentless. Thomas stood by the door. His face was pale. His eyes were...

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