The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The coal chute collapses at four in the morning. You hear it before you feel it. A wet, heavy tear, like skin splitting under pressure. Then the dust. It falls in a grey snow that does not melt. It coats the floorboards of the basement where you sleep. You are ten years old. Your name is Elias. You are alone. Your mother, Martha, is upstairs. She will not come down. You climb out of the rubble....

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