The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

"Look at it, Arthur." The voice was thin. A reed wind. Arthur did not look. He kept his eyes on the floor. The wood was dark. Oak. Old. It smelled of dust and cold iron. "Look at it." He looked up. It hung in the air. A white square. Paper. It was a letter. It floated. Not drifted. Hovered. Arthur’s breath caught. He held it. A small, sharp pain in his chest. Like a stone. "Where did you find...

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