The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the village square into a slick, weeping mirror, and it was in this perpetual dampness, in the thick, suffocating silence of my bedroom where the air tasted of stale tea and old dust, that I found the letter, a slip of paper so pale it seemed to glow with a sickly, ethereal light against the dark...

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