The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ring was made of bone. It was cold. It fit my finger with a tightness that hurt. I had worn it for forty years. My name is Arthur. I am the Keeper of the Hall. The Hall is old. The walls are thin. The air is stale. I do not mind. I like the quiet. I like the dark. The ring is my friend. It is my master. It tells me what to do. It keeps me here. The door opened. It was Margaret. She was...

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