The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that turned the neon signs of the city into bleeding watercolors against the wet asphalt. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of 4th and Main, his collar turned up against the chill that seemed to seep through the wool of his coat, watching the door of the clinic across the street where his wife, Clara, was currently...

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