The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The bell rang. It did not chime. It struck, a dull, heavy blow that vibrated in the teeth. I looked at the bowl. The broth was clear. It shimmered with a faint, oily shee. I had not touched it. I had not touched it in three days. The refectory was cold. Stone walls wept with condensation. The air smelled of damp wool and old sweat. Men sat in rows. They did not look at me. They looked at their...

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