The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The wool of the coat is fraying at the cuffs, a slow unraveling that you can feel against the cold air, a tactile warning that the fabric is giving way to the wind. You are walking, and the walking is the only thing that keeps your limbs from stiffening into the iron ground of the moor. The sky above is the color of old pewter, heavy and low, pressing down on the heather and the scattered,...

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