The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The frost had already taken the heather on the northern slope, turning the familiar brown of our childhood to a brittle, skeletal white that cracked underfoot like old bone. I am writing this from the small, damp room I have rented in the village of Blackwood, the ink freezing on the nib as I try to recall the exact moment I last saw Clara’s face before the mist swallowed her whole. It is...

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