The Pale Letter
You are walking through the fog, the kind that does not settle but rises from the wet, black earth of the moor, swallowing the world in a blanket of gray silence, and you are carrying the weight of a letter that has not yet been written, a heavy, pale rectangle of paper that sits in your breast pocket against your heart like a cold stone, a testament to a love so primal and terrifying that it...
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