The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The frost had not yet fully surrendered to the mid-morning sun of November, clinging to the iron railings of the precinct station like a lacework of crystalline malice, yet the air inside the interrogation room was thick with the stale, metallic scent of anxiety and old coffee, a atmosphere that pressed against my eardrums with a physical weight that no amount of ventilation could alleviate,...

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