The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The air in the cellar tastes of wet wool and old iron. You are alone with it, and the darkness is not empty. It presses against your eyes, a physical weight that makes your breath shallow and quick. You know what you are. You know the role you have played for the last forty years, the silent vessel, the shadow that follows the light but never touches it. But tonight, the shadow has decided to...

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