The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The paper was wet. It was always wet, a damp white sheet that seemed to generate its own cold moisture in the pocket of Arthur Vane’s coat, pressing against his thigh like a bruise. He had found it that morning, tucked into the lining of his work jacket, a blank page that smelled of stagnant water and iron. Now, standing in the office of Mr. Sterling, the foreman watched the manager stamp a...

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