The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The fog did not lift. It thickened. It pressed against the windows of the train like a living thing, gray and cold and indifferent to the heat inside. Elias Vance sat by the window, his knuckles white around a leather satchel. He was a man who searched. That was his trade. He looked for things that had been lost, stolen, or hidden. He did not look for ghosts. He did not look for gods. He looked...

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