The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The house breathed. It was a slow, heavy exhalation of dust and dried lavender, filling the high-ceilinged rooms where the shadows pooled thick and black. Elias sat at the long mahogany table. The wood was scarred. It remembered hands that had pressed too hard, years ago. Now it held only the weight of a single object. A letter. It lay there, pale as a bone, waiting to be read. Or perhaps to be...

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