The Pale Letter
The blood is hot. It stains the snow. You wipe it from your cheek. The snow turns pink. Then red. Then brown. You are running. Your lungs burn. The air is sharp. It cuts your throat. You hear a sound. A crack. Like a bone. Like a branch. It is close. It is behind you. You turn. You see him. Thomas. He is tall. He is thin. He wears the uniform. The stars on his chest. They shine. They are cold....
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