The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

My hands were already shaking when I pressed the stylus to the glass, the ink bleeding slightly into the fiber of the page. I was thirty-two, and I was forging my own discharge, a document that would let me vanish from the conscription lists that had already swallowed my brother whole. The forger, a thin man named Aram, worked with a tremor in his fingers that matched my own, his breath misting...

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