The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The bell rang. It rang in my teeth. I woke. The air tasted of iron. I was in the cell. Stone walls. Cold. I looked at my hands. They shook. I held the vial. Glass. Clear. It was empty. No, not empty. A single drop remained. It sat at the bottom. Shining. Like a tear. Like a seed. I remembered the taste. Sweet. Bitter. The doctor had called it tonic. He smiled. His teeth were white. "Drink," he...

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