The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain was a thin, cold needle. It stitched the sky to the earth. You stood on the porch. You watched the water run. It gathered in the gutters. It swirled into dark vortices. You hated the sound. It sounded like teeth chattering. It sounded like the house settling. Or dying. Thomas stood behind you. He held a lantern. The glass was cracked. The flame jumped. It threw long, jagged shadows...

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