The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a thick, grey curtain that erased the boundary between the window glass and the wet cobblestones of the street below, turning the world into a blurred, weeping smear of slate and iron where Margaret stood, her back rigid against the cold steel of the filing cabinet, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps that sounded like the tearing of old silk, as...

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