The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The bread is stale. You know this before you touch it, before the knife even touches the crust. It is a fact of your body, a dryness in the throat that precedes the hand. You sit in the stone cellar, the damp cold seeping through your wool trousers, and you look at the loaf. It is pale, almost white, a ghost of a thing. It was fresh three days ago. Now it is hard, brittle, a stone in a...

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