The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The letter sat on the mahogany desk, white and stark against the dark wood. It was a notice of deficiency. Your hands, usually steady enough to balance a hairspring on a fingernail, trembled as you picked it up. The ink was fresh, still wet with the dampness of the office. Fifty pounds. That was the sum. That was the price of your silence. You looked at the signature at the bottom. Vane. He had...

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