The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet hall of the Blackwood estate smelled of roasted pheasant and stale tobacco, a thick, cloying atmosphere that seemed to press against the eardrums of the thirty guests who had gathered to celebrate the retirement of Colonel Elias Thorne, a man whose face was as carved from granite as the house itself stood against the encroaching fog of the industrial age. Thorne stood at the head of...

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