The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The coat was red. It had been red for forty years, a garment of such profound saturation that it seemed to bleed light in the dimly lit corridors of the Ministry of Quietude. Margaret Holloway stood before the glass case. Her hands trembled. She was a junior archivist, a woman of forty-two whose life was measured in decibels and file numbers. The air in the room was still, thick with the scent...

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