The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink in the bottle was thick, a sludge that resisted the nib, and I counted the seconds between each stroke as if I were counting the minutes until the roof collapsed. It was November, 1893, and the office at the Harrowgate Ironworks smelled of wet wool and stale coal dust, a scent that had worked itself into the fibers of my tweed coat and the very marrow of my bones. I was forty-two years...

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