The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain fell on the soot. It hissed against the cobblestones of Blackfriar Lane. Marta stood in the alley. She held the letter. It was pale. Almost white. The paper was thin. It felt like skin. She did not open it. She knew what was inside. Everyone knew. The ink was already dry. The words were already set. A carriage passed. The wheels groaned. The horse stamped its hoof. Mud flew. Marta did...

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