The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The frost lay thick on the heath, a white shroud that swallowed the horizon. Elias Thorne walked. His boots crunched against the ice. The cold bit through his coat. It was a sharp, technical pain. He counted his steps. One. Two. Three. The rhythm was his anchor. The wind screamed in the gorse. It sounded like a warning. He did not stop. He had not stopped in forty years. In his pocket, a letter...

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