The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

1912, November 14. The wind off the ridge has a texture today, a gritty, metallic scrape that seems to strip the paint from the telegraph poles and the sanity from the men. I am thirty-four years old, and my knees ache with a deep, structural rot that no amount of whiskey or rest can mend. I have served twenty-two years on this border, a tenure that qualifies me for the full pension, provided I...

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