The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

October 12, 1998 The pencil snapped in my hand. The sound was too loud in the quiet kitchen, a sharp crack that echoed off the bare walls. I looked at the splintered graphite, then at the wall where the pale letters were shifting. They were not words. They were shapes, like smoke trying to hold a form, but they moved when I watched them, and they stopped when I looked away. I wanted to read...

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