The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The train coughed. It shuddered. Then it moved. Thomas sat by the window. His coat was thin. The wool had worn. The elbows were bare. The fabric hung in tatters. It was a gray coat. Once it had been black. Now it was the color of the fog. The color of the river. The color of his father’s face before the fever took him. He held a letter. It was pale. The paper was soft. It had been folded and...

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