The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The fog rolled in from the sea. It swallowed the cliffs. It swallowed the light. Elara sat on the stone. Her hands were cold. She held the letter. The paper was pale. It was thin as a moth’s wing. She had not written it. She did not remember picking it up. It lay on the moss. It waited for her fingers. Now it was warm. The wind died. The silence was thick. It pressed against her ears. It...

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