The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The hall was suffocating, a cavern of dust and decaying mahogany where the air hung thick with the scent of stale perfume and wet wool. It was the winter of 1924, and the Great Ashworth Estate stood isolated on the cliffs above the churning grey sea, a monument to a family’s former glory now slowly rotting from the inside out. Inside the grand dining room, which had been converted into a...

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