The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You stand at the door. It is heavy oak, banded with iron that has gone green with age. Your hand hovers. You do not knock. You do not leave. You simply exist in the threshold, suspended in the amber light of a hallway that stretches back into a darkness you cannot quite see. The air is still. It smells of dust and dried lavender, a scent that belongs to a decade you have already forgotten....

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