The Pale Verdict
The ink bites. That is the first thing you must understand about the work. It is not a metaphor, nor is it a condition of the mind. When my fingertips touch the black script on a letter, the skin sears. It is a localized heat, sharp and immediate, like touching a stove burner. I have worn thick gloves for twenty years, telling myself it was for the cold, though the sorting room in November is...
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