The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The hall smelled of beeswax and rot. Margaret stood in the center of the floor. She was small. Her dress was white. It was too thin for the winter. Around her, the guests moved. They were tall. They wore black. They spoke in low voices. The air was thick. It pressed against her skin. "Drink," said Lord Ashworth. He was by her side. His hand was cold. It gripped her elbow. "Drink, Margaret." She...

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