The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You are leaving the city, or rather, the city is leaving you, dissolving into a grey mist that clings to the wet pavement of the dockside streets. It is early, the kind of early morning where the air feels heavy and thick with the smell of salt and rusted iron, a smell that has soaked into your skin over the last three weeks. You are twelve, though you feel older, worn down by the fever that...

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