The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet was loud. Too loud. The chandeliers in the town hall dropped thick clouds of golden light onto the mahogany tables, blinding the eyes of anyone who looked up. I sat at the far end, my plate untouched. The roast beef was cold. The wine had turned to vinegar in the glass. I did not care. I only watched my hands. They were shaking. Not the tremor of age. Not the tremor of fear. It was...

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