The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

Eva Svoboda’s fingers were already stained with damp ink when she woke, the paper heavy in her grip, floating just above the sheets. The dream was the same as always: a pale letter, drifting like a ghost in the hold. She sat up, the hydroponic tray of struggling greens on her nightstand tilting in the sudden movement, its soil dry and cracked. Outside, the flag rope slapped the pole, a dry,...

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