The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The fog does not roll in from the harbor here; it rises, thick and sulfurous, from the black water that laps against the limestone foundation of the house. You stand at the window, your breath misting against the cold glass, watching the gray expanse swallow the world. Inside, the air is still, heavy with the scent of dried lavender and old paper, a scent that has seeped into the very walls of...

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