The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The dream was still clinging to me, a wet woolen weight. In it, the house was breathing. The walls expanded and contracted, a slow, tidal rhythm. I saw the hallway stretching out, impossibly long, the floorboards groaning under the weight of time. I was running, but my legs were lead. I knew I would not make it. I knew the end was not death, but...

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