The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The cold did not bite. It settled. It crept into the marrow and stayed. Margaret stood at the edge of the quarry. The water below was black and still. It looked like a hole in the world. She held the letter in her hand. It was pale. It was thin. It was the only thing that felt real. The town of Oakhaven sat above the quarry. Smoke rose from the chimneys. It curled up into the grey sky. The mill...

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