The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The roof caved in before the rain did. I remember the sound. A wet, heavy tear. Like a giant tearing a sheet of wet leather. Then the dark. Not the dark of night, but the dark of the earth. Dust. The smell of wet wool and old paper. I was in my shop. The shop on High Street. It was my life. My hands had built it. My mind had stocked it. But the roof was gone. I sat in the debris. My leg was...

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