The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

14 November 1912. The paste is cold. It sits in the glass vial on the nightstand, a pale, viscous sludge that smells of wet earth and crushed petals. My sister Elara coughs again, a wet, rattling sound that shakes her ribs. I watch her face, thin as parchment, and I know what I must do. The apothecary in Whitechapel sold me the tincture derived from the night-blooming jasmine, a forbidden...

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