The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The wind did not howl so much as it screamed, a high-pitched, tearing sound that seemed to rip the very air apart along the jagged spine of the Caledonian Highlands, where the heather was blackened by the recent frost and the mist clung to the valley floor like a shroud that refused to let go of the dead. Margaret Holloway stood at the edge of the precipice, her fingers white-knuckled around...

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