The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mud is thick. It clings to your boots, heavy as wet wool, sucking at your heels with every step. You are running. Your lungs burn, a sharp, metallic taste rising in your throat. The rain in the Appalachian hollows does not fall; it strikes. It hammers the tin roof of the church where you are sheltered, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that drowns out the distant thunder. You are twelve. You...

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