The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ledger showed forty-three pounds owed to the miller, and the debt weighed on my chest like a wet wool coat. I had counted the nightshade roots three times in the grey light of my father’s sickroom, each one dry and brittle, promising a price that might just cover the funeral costs and the rest of the winter. The air in Oakhaven was thick with the smell of rotting apples and damp stone, a...

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