The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You are sitting in the narrow, iron-framed booth of a carriage that smells of wet wool, coal dust, and the metallic tang of fear, your hand resting on the cold steel of the revolver holstered beneath your coat, the leather straps biting into your wrist with a rhythmic, pulsing ache that matches the hammering of your own heart against your ribs. The city of New York is a blur of soot-stained...

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