The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The train hissed into the station, a long, shuddering exhalation that seemed to drain the last of the autumn air from the platform. I stepped down onto the wet gravel, my suitcase heavy in one hand, the other clutching the envelope that had consumed my thoughts for three years. The sky above the city was a bruised purple, hanging low and still, indifferent to the small, trembling figure...

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