The Pale Letter
"Did you see it?" I looked up from the case file. My hands were still on the paper. The ink was wet. "See what, Elias?" "The light," he said. His voice was thin. It cut through the air of the small office. "It was in the well." I did not look at him. I kept my eyes on the page. The paper was white. It was blinding. I could not read the words. They swam. "Elias," I said. "The well is dry." "Not...
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