The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain hit the cobblestones in gray sheets. It was cold. Thomas felt the cold in his bones. He stood before the mirror. The glass was cracked. A thin line ran down the center. Like a scar. He looked at his face. It was old. The skin was pale. The eyes were dark. He did not recognize them. "Who are you?" he asked. The glass did not answer. It only reflected. He touched the surface. His finger...

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