The Pale Letter
The dream began not with a sound but with a sensation, a distinct and terrible coldness that settled in the hollow of Captain Elias Thorne’s stomach, a hollow that felt as though it had been scooped out by an ice pick, leaving behind only a jagged cavity where his heart should have been beating. He was standing in a field of pale, withered wheat that stretched out into a fog so thick it looked...
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