The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The tablet cracked. I dropped it. The screen spider-webbed. Black glass. A dead eye. My daughter looked at me. Her face was a mask. I picked up the shards. They cut my palm. Blood on the glass. Red. Bright. I wiped it on my jeans. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The rain tapped the window. A rhythm. A code. I am a reader. I read the air. I read the dust. I read the silence. It is my job. Or my...

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