The Pale Letter
You are bleeding. The blood is dark. It pools on the floorboards. They are old oak. They are stained with wine and sweat. And now, with this. You hold the coat. It is white. Once. It is a heavy wool. It is thick. It is warm. It belongs to Elias. He is your friend. He is your brother in arms. He is gone. Or he is not. You do not know. You are in the room. It is small. It is cold. The walls are...
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