The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The church was broken. It stood in the town of Oakhaven like a shattered tooth, half-buried in the mud of the industrial age. Smoke from the textile mills hung low, a gray shroud that tasted of sulfur and old rain. Leo was twelve. He was small, with eyes the color of washed slate, and he held the shard. It was a piece of the rose window. The glass was pale, thin as a whisper, and cold. It cut...

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