The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The train shakes. You feel it in your teeth. The rails are old iron, cold and unforgiving. You sit by the window. The glass is smudged. Outside, the fields blur into a green smear. You are going to Millhaven. You are going to report. You check your watch. It is a steel thing. It ticks loud in the silence. You look at your hands. They are steady. They should be steady. You have done this before....

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