The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the windows of the Ministry of Internal Affairs like a damp shroud. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of his office, a space that smelled of stale coffee and the metallic tang of old paper. He was a man who had spent thirty years enforcing the law, a rigid structure in a world that had long since lost its shape. Now, at...

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