The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The seal broke. Not with a sound, but with a sigh. Margaret stared at the wax. It had been red. Now it was white. Like ash. Like bone. Like the face of the dead. She held the letter. Her hands did not shake. She had stopped shaking years ago. Or perhaps she had simply forgotten how. The paper was thin. It felt wet. "Margaret," said Thomas. He stood by the door. He wore his coat. It was too big...

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