The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The bill for the mill’s debt was pinned to the board with a rusted nail, the paper yellowing at the edges like old skin. I, Thomas, twelve years old and smelling of woodsmoke and unwashed wool, read the sum: forty silver marks, a fortune that could buy a house in London, yet it was only enough to keep the sheriff from taking my mother’s loom and my father’s hands. The Abbot of St. Jude had...

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