The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The coat hung in the corner of the cell, a heavy thing of wool and silence, smelling of damp stone and old blood. I had worn it for forty years, until the fabric had worn thin as a whisper and the color had faded to the grey of winter fog. It was my mother’s. She had left it on the hook of our cottage door the night she walked into the sea, and I had carried it with me through the trenches,...

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