The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The train hissed to a halt in the grey mist of Blackwood Station, a sound like a dying breath caught in the throat. Clara stood by the open door, her suitcase hanging limp from her hand, the leather cracked and peeling like sunburned skin. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days had blurred into a monochrome smear of steam and coal dust. She was not waiting for anyone. She was...

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