The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The dampness of the cellar at the Abbey of St. Jude does not smell of earth, but of old iron and something sweeter, like rotting lilies, and I write this by the light of a single tallow candle that sputters as if the air itself is holding its breath. I am Brother Elias, forty-two years of age, and I am a prisoner in my own skin, bound by a desire so absolute it has turned the stone walls of...

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