The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The coat was red. Not a deep crimson, but a bright, almost aggressive scarlet, the color of a fresh bruise or a warning sign. Elias had worn it for twenty years. It was wool. It smelled of damp tobacco and old rain. He stood on the platform of the 4:15 train to the city center. The air was thin. The sky was gray. He watched the clock. The minute hand ticked. One second. Two seconds. A crowd...

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