The Pale Letter
The dream was always the same, a recurring fever that burned through the sleep of Arthur Vane, a man who had spent thirty years breathing the black dust of the Whitmore Coal Mine in the industrial valleys of Pennsylvania. In the dream, he held a letter of pale, translucent paper, sealed with wax the color of dried blood, and the envelope was consumed by a fire that did not heat his hands but...
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