The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The lace collar sat tight against the nape of my neck, a constricting ring of white cotton that felt less like an accessory and more like the first, cold touch of a shroud, pressing its intricate, floral patterns into the soft, yielding flesh of my throat as I stood before the cracked mirror in the cramped, soot-stained attic room of the textile mill in Ashworth, where the air was so thick with...

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