The Pale Letter
The paper is thin, yellowed at the edges where the damp has settled into the fibers, and it smells of the tallow used to light the desk lamp in the Magistrate’s office. You read it three times, your thumb tracing the ink until the letters blur. It is a denial. Your request for transfer from Oakhaven is refused, and instead, you are ordered to investigate a series of livestock thefts that have...
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