The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and old moss, trapping us in the hollow of the valley where the road had crumbled into memory. I sat on the back of the wagon, my legs dangling over the edge, watching the mud slide away from the wheels in slow, viscous ribbons. I was twelve, and I felt the weight of the silence between us as a physical...

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