The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The air in the containment unit did not smell of rot, which was the first thing that betrayed the lie, for it smelled instead of ozone and the sterile, sharp tang of antiseptic, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a physical weight. I stood in the center of the white room, my boots heavy on the seamless vinyl floor, watching the man who had been my father for forty years sit on the...

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