The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The quill scratched against the vellum, a sound like dry leaves skittering across a stone floor, as I traced the letterforms that had resisted my gaze for three decades. My hand trembled, not from the cold that had settled into the joints of my fifty-year-old body, but from the fear that the ink would shift again, rearranging itself into nonsense before I could commit the meaning to paper. I am...

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