The Pale Letter
The train leaves without you. You stand on the platform. The air is cold. It bites your skin. You are a scholar. You study the archives. You study the law. You study the past. You hold the letter. It is pale. It is worn. The paper is thin. The ink is faded. You have held it for years. It is your burden. It is your anchor. The station is old. Brick and iron. Soot stains the walls. The smell of...
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