The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

"You're bleeding again." The voice belonged to Sarah. She stood by the window, her silhouette sharp against the grey dawn. I did not turn. I kept my eyes on the object in my hand. The glove. It was leather, once black, now the color of wet ash. The skin had cracked. The fingers were fused. It was not mine. It had never been mine. And yet, when I held it, I felt the cold of the river seep into...

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