The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The terraced fields of the Hunza high valleys were breaking under the weight of the thaw, the snow melting not into spring but into the black, suffocating coal cellars that lined the riverbeds where the water had quit making its noise. In the shadow of the ancient bridge with its too-few crew, the air tasted of copper and old dust, a physical fact that settled in the lungs of every man walking...

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