The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The wool collar of the coat was stiff with frost, the fibers matted into a dark, heavy ridge that pressed against my neck like a bruise. I held it in my hands, feeling the coarse texture against my palms, before I finally let it drop to the floor of the small, freezing room where I had been lodging since Tuesday. The silence in the house was not empty; it was a held breath, a suspension of...

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