The Pale Letter
The letter sat on the mahogany desk, a rectangle of pale, heavy paper that seemed to absorb the grey light filtering through the high, industrial windows of the Ministry of Civil Records, its surface unmarked by ink or seal, yet possessing a weight that made the air around it feel thick and stale, as if the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams were suspended in a resinous, amber trap that had...
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