The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

Dreaming of the white pine. It stands tall. Wind hits it. It does not break. It bends. It snaps. Waves. The sound is a crack. Not a branch. A bone. Waking up. Sweat. Cold air. The room smells of dust. And old paper. Elias sits up. His back hurts. Always hurts. He looks at his hands. Shaking. He stops them. He breathes. In. Out. The clock ticks. One second. Two. Three. He stands. Pain in the...

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