The Pale Letter
The rain had fallen for three days without ceasing, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the heath into a soup of black mud and withered bracken, and within this damp, suffocating world, Captain Elias Thorne walked the perimeter of his command with the heavy, rhythmic tread of a man who believed that if he simply refused to acknowledge the weight of the earth beneath his boots, the earth...
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