The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had stopped when I left the house. It left a sheen on the cobblestones that looked like oil. I carried a small leather satchel. It was heavy with papers. I was not afraid. I was tired. There is a difference. Fear has teeth. Tiredness is just a weight on the bones. I had lived in this house for forty years. It was a large house. It sat on a hill overlooking the canal. The windows were...

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