The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink dried. It always did. Silas Vance sat in the dark. The room was a box. Four walls. No windows. Just the desk. And the light. A single lamp. It hummed. A low, sick sound. He looked at the page. White. Blank. Waiting. He was a man of letters. Or so they said. He was a hunter. He hunted words. He caught them in nets. He pinned them to boards. He studied their wings. He cut their legs. He...

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