The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall; it descended, a thick, grey curtain that erased the skyline of Chicago and turned the streets into rivers of black oil and broken glass. It was the kind of rain that soaked into the bones, a physical weight that made the air taste of iron and old rot. In the basement of a condemned textile mill on the South Side, where the damp seeped up through the cracked concrete like...

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