The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The bus slowed. It did not stop. It rolled on, a low hum of diesel and friction. Elias watched the window. The glass was dirty. A smear of mud. A ghost of a face. He looked away. He looked at his hands. They were rough. They were red. They were trembling. He carried a box. It was small. It was made of wood. It was painted white. The paint was chipping. The edges were worn. The box was heavy. It...

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