The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The frost had not yet melted from the windowpane of the municipal archive, a delicate, intricate web of ice crystals that caught the gray light of the overcast city outside and held it there, trembling, as if afraid to let go of the warmth that had once been in the room, and it was this frozen clarity that Margaret Holloway found herself staring at, her breath misting in the air, her fingers...

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