The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain hits the roof of the cell block with a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement, a constant, dry rustle that never lets up. You are sitting on the cot, your back against the cold concrete, your hands resting in your lap. They are trembling. Not from fear, or at least not anymore, but from a profound, bone-deep exhaustion that feels more like a physical weight than an emotion....

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