The Pale Letter
The fluorescent lights in the sub-basement of the Whitmore Corporate Archives hummed with a frequency that Margaret felt not in her ears, but in the hollow space behind her sternum, a low, persistent vibration that seemed to resonate with the very marrow of her bones. She sat at a long, scarred table, the surface cold against her forearms, and before her lay the file that had been moved there...
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