The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The basement smelled of wet dust and ozone. We were many. Too many. The room was small. Concrete walls. Bare bulb. I stood by the door. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. The others waited. They watched me. Their eyes were wide. Bright. Unblinking. "Begin," said Elias. His voice was soft. A rasp. He stood in the center. Old. Thin. His suit was grey. Wrinkled. He looked like a ghost. A...

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