The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The soup in the clay pot had been simmering for three days. You do not remember when you started it, or why you chose the marrow bones of a goat that had not been bought from any butcher in the village. The scent is thick, cloying, and sweet, filling the small, windowless kitchen where you have lived for the last month. It is a smell that hangs in the air like a fog, coating the back of your...

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