The Pale Letter
The train hisses. It is a long, sharp sound. You feel it in your teeth. The carriage is cold. Steam fogs the glass. You hold the object. It is small. It is warm. It is your father’s watch. The face is cracked. The hands are frozen at 4:17. You do not look at the time. You look at the crack. It runs through the eye of the number six. You trace it with your thumb. The metal is smooth. It is worn....
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