The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The train moved through the night with a rhythmic, grinding insistence that felt less like motion and more like the slow erosion of stone. I sat in a compartment of second-class luxury, the wood polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting my own haggard face back at me with an unblinking, clinical precision. Outside the glass, the darkness was absolute, a void that swallowed the landscape whole. I...

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