The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in paper the colour of morning frost. Arthur Pemberton-Steele held it between thumb and forefinger as though it might dissolve, though the postmark was clear enough: a Birmingham sorting office, three weeks old, stamped with the indifferent precision of machinery that knows nothing of grief.He was forty-six when it came, and forty-six years of learning...

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