The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The paper was cold, colder than the iron tongs I had been holding moments before, and it sat on my workbench like a small, pale wound in the center of the clutter. I did not touch it at first; I only looked, my eyes adjusting to the dim light of the workshop where the dust motes hung suspended in the air, catching the last weak slant of autumn sun. It was a single sheet of heavy stock,...

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