The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mill smelled of wet iron and old rain. It was a scent that clung to the skin, to the wool of the coat, to the hair of the woman who walked its corridors every morning at dawn. Margaret Holloway did not smell like the mill. She smelled of lavender soap and cold air. She was a ghost among the gears. She worked the ledger. The numbers were her world. They were clean. They were white. They did...

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