The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had stopped, but the air remained heavy, thick with the scent of wet stone and decaying leaves. Elias stood at the window of his office on the fourth floor. The view was a gray smear of cityscape. Below, the street was a river of black umbrellas. He did not look at them. He looked at his own reflection in the glass. It was faint, a ghost trapped in the pane. He blinked. The ghost...

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