The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The blood is warm. It runs from the corner of your mouth, a thin red thread against the cold air. You taste iron. You taste fear. Your hands are shaking. They are not your hands. They belong to the uniform. They belong to the town. You stand in the square. The cobblestones are wet. Rain slicks the stone. The lamps buzz. They hum a low, sick note. You look at the man before you. He is small. He...

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