The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You are walking. The road is gray. It stretches out. It goes nowhere. You have a box. It is heavy. It is worn. The wood is cracked. The leather straps are frayed. You hold it tight. Your hands are dirty. Your hands are bleeding. You do not look down. You look ahead. The sky is low. It presses down. It feels wet. It feels cold. You are a guard. You are old. Your back hurts. Your knees ache. You...

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