The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The frost had taken the windowpane before the light did. You watched it spread, a white web tightening across the glass of the watchtower. It was a small room. It was a cold room. It was a room made of iron and silence. You were a soldier. You were the last soldier. The war was over, but the cold was not. It pressed against the door. It pressed against your lungs. It pressed against the bone....

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