The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a grey curtain woven from mist and cold, suspended over the moor like a shroud that refused to touch the ground. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the heath, his boots sunk into the sucking peat. He was a man carved from the same stone as the landscape, broad-shouldered and silent, his face a map of old scars and new weather. "Stay back, Bradshaw." The...

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