The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The bell tower of St. Jude’s stood at the edge of the village, a jagged finger of stone pointing accusingly at a sky that had been gray for forty years. It was not a beautiful structure. It was old, its mortar crumbling, its windows narrow and dark like the eyes of a blind man who had learned to see only by touch. Margaret Holloway sat on the stone bench at the base of the tower, her hands...

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