The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet hall of the sanatorium smelled of boiled wool and stale lavender, a cloying perfume that seemed to settle into the marrow of the bones of those who lingered too long in its shadows. It was a grand, decaying affair, a table stretching out like a riverbed under a moonless sky, where silver cutlery lay tarnished and the crystal glasses held only the faint, dusty residue of previous...

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