The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The wool of the coat had long since ceased to be mere fabric; it had become a second skin, a living membrane that breathed against Elias Thorne’s ribs with the wet, rhythmic pulse of a second heart. He stood in the center of the town square, the cobblestones slick with a mist that smelled of ozone and old iron, his hands buried deep in the pockets of the garment that had saved him from the cold...

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