The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The wool is heavy. You press it against the damp stone of the cell wall, the frayed hem digging into your palm, trying to keep the cold out of your bones. It is a border coat, thick and dark, smelling of lanolin and the stale sweat of a dead boy. Three years have passed since the skirmish at the ridge, three years since you buried your son, Thomas, with a hole in his chest and a court-martial...

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