The Pale Letter
The fog was thick. It swallowed the lane. It swallowed the stone walls. It swallowed the world. Elara stood at the gate. Her hands were cold. She held a bundle. Inside was her heart. It beat against her ribs. A heavy, wet thud. Thump. Thump. Behind her, the house waited. It was old. The roof sagged. The windows were blind. She looked back once. Then she turned away. She walked. Her boots...
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