The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The letter was not paper. It was silk. It hung from a hook on the wall. A pale, woven thing. Margaret stood before it. She held her breath. The air was thick. It smelled of dust. And old roses. She was not here. Not really. This place had no name. The walls breathed. The floor was stone. Cold. Smooth. It stretched out before her. Endless. Dark. She remembered the house. The real house. In the...

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