The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain falls on the stone. It is cold. You are cold. The manor house breathes around you. It is a beast made of mortar and grief. You are the steward. You are the keeper. You are the one who counts the coins. You are the one who feeds the dogs. The cellar is dark. The air is thick with rot. You carry the bucket. The bucket is heavy. The water is black. You walk. Your boots crunch on the damp...

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