The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The air in the municipal archive did not smell of dust, as one might expect, but of wet wool and old iron, a cold dampness that settled in the lungs with every breath. Nitin Dutta, fourteen years old and already possessed of the stoic patience of his father, stood before the metal shelving unit, his fingers tracing the cold spine of a file marked Personnel: Dismissals, 1908-1915. He was looking...

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