The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain hit the windowpane. It sounded like knuckles rapping on bone. I lay in the dark. My eyes were open. I saw the water bead. I saw it slide. One drop. Then another. The glass was cold. The air was colder. I wore my tunic. I wore my boots. I did not take them off. I had not slept in three days. The city hummed outside. A low growl. A mechanical beast. I was a soldier. I was a ghost. I...

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