The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The coat was heavy. It hung from the hook by the door, a dark mass of wool that seemed to absorb the light in the small hallway. Elias looked at it. He looked at the wall. The wallpaper was peeling in thin, white strips. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Elias was a tailor. He had stitched for thirty years in this town. Now the shop was closed. The sign was taken down. The windows were boarded....

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