The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old iron, a scent that had seeped into the very fibers of Elias Thorne’s overcoat. He stood before the great oak table, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the silence that pressed against the walls. Around him, the air was thick with the presence of others, though they were invisible to the naked eye. They were the spirits of the...

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