The Pale Letter
Elias, the clerk shouted from the doorway of the municipal office, his voice thin and reedy against the damp, "Elias, the stone is weeping again, and this time it’s eating the ledger." The words hung in the air, a sharp, metallic taste that coated the back of Elias’s throat, while the room around him remained a study in fragile, decaying order; the linoleum floor was cracked in a spiderweb...
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