The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mud was red. It clung to the soles of his boots. Elias walked. The rain fell. It was cold. It was sharp. It cut through his cloak. He did not stop. He could not stop. The road stretched out. It was long. It was gray. It had no end. He carried the jar. It was clay. It was sealed. It was heavy. He held it in his hands. He felt the weight. It was a constant weight. It was the only weight that...

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