The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The coat was blue. Not navy, not denim. A pale, bruised blue that looked like the sky just before a storm breaks in the valley. It hung on the back of a chair in the center of the room. No one touched it. No one breathed it in. It simply existed. A monument to a choice not yet made. Elias sat at the table. His hands were folded. The wood grain of the table was rough against his palms. He was a...

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