The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The coal chute fell. It did not slide. It plummeted. A black wedge of iron sheared the timber frame. Dust bloomed. White. Thick. It filled the room. It filled the lungs. Elias sat. He did not move. The air tasted of sulfur and old rust. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his eardrums. He waited. The dust settled. It lay on his coat. On his hair. It coated his hands. He looked at them....

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