The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink was still wet when you found the envelope. It sat on the cold stone desk, a pale rectangle against the dark oak. You did not touch it. You watched the moisture spread, blurring the seal. It was a letter from Eleanor. She was dead. You had buried her three days ago. The soil had been too soft. It swallowed her dress, her shoes, her face. You had stood there, shivering in the rain,...

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