The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The air in the refectory of St. Jude’s was thick with the smell of boiled turnips and the damp wool of forty men who had not changed their clothes in three days, a heavy, cloying scent that seemed to cling to the stone walls and seep into the pores of the skin, making every breath a labor of will rather than biology. Thomas stood by the great oak table, his hands resting on the rough wood,...

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