The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The train smelled of wet wool and coal dust, a scent that clung to Elara’s clothes like a second skin. She sat by the window, watching the dark fields of Yorkshire blur into a smear of grey and black, her fingers white-knuckled around the envelope in her lap. The paper was pale, almost translucent, and the ink on it seemed to shift when she wasn’t looking directly at it. She had been a textile...

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