The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink was black. Not blue, not purple, not the faded sepia of old ledgers. Black. Like a hole punched in the paper. Like a pupil dilated in the dark. I found it in the drawer of the desk in the attic room. The room was sealed. Dust lay in thick gray carpets over the floorboards. The air tasted of rot and dried lavender. I had come to sort the estate of my uncle, Elias. He was a scholar. A man...

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