The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink on the document was still wet, glistening with a viscosity that suggested blood rather than pigment, and Margaret Holloway stood before the mahogany desk of the Registrar, her breath held in a cage of ribs that felt too tight for her body. The room smelled of old paper, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that always preceded the shifting of the year. It was the end of...

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