The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain hit the window in thick, gray sheets, blurring the streetlights into smears of yellow and white. You stood in the center of the lobby, your coat heavy with water, holding a manila folder that felt like a brick. The Ministry of Internal Security was closing, the janitors already pushing their mops across the polished marble, the smell of bleach and stale coffee hanging in the air. You...

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