The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The hall smelled of wet wool and old varnish, a scent that had seeped into the floorboards of the St. Jude’s Community Center over forty years of damp November afternoons. We were gathered for the annual Harvest Gala, a tradition that had outlived the funding, the director, and arguably the purpose, yet here we were, two hundred souls in ill-fitting suits and hand-knitted sweaters, pretending...

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