The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The air in the intake processing center smelled of industrial antiseptic and stale coffee, a scent that had long since replaced the memory of rain on hot pavement in your home country. You stood before the heavy steel door of Room 4B, your hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, exhausting weight of the paperwork you held in your fist. The document was thick, dense with bureaucratic...

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