The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The moth was dead, or it seemed to be, pinned beneath the glass of the display case in the back office of the municipal archives. It was a large thing, a Luna moth, its wings a pale, translucent green that had yellowed with the dampness of the basement. Its legs were splayed, stiff as dried twigs, and the delicate hairs on its antennae had turned brittle and brown. Elias Thorne stared at it. He...

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