The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The sleet had been falling for three days, turning the river into a grey, slushy mirror that reflected the stranded boats with a dull, indifferent shine. Mei He, forty-two, sat in the back of the trucking company’s office, her fingers stained with the blue dye of the laundromat’s industrial wash, waiting for the landlord to finish arguing with the phone. She wanted the pension money for her...

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