The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The train groaned as it pulled into the station, a low, mournful sound that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s boots. He stood on the platform, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the steam from the engine curl into the grey, industrial fog that hung heavy over the city of Blackwood. The air smelled of coal smoke, wet wool, and the metallic tang of impending...

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