The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink on the resignation paper had not yet dried when the bell rang, a single, hollow clang that cut through the grey afternoon like a knife through wet paper. Shinji Hayashi stared at the characters he had just brushed, the strokes of his own name looking foreign under the harsh fluorescent light of the counting room. He was thirty-two, a man whose hands were stained permanently with soot...

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