The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The carriage wheels ground against the frozen gravel with a sound like dry bones snapping in a windless night, a rhythm that matched the slow, heavy thud of Thomas Ashworth’s heart as he ascended the final, snow-dusted steps of the Pemberton estate. He was a man carved from the rigid geometry of duty, his uniform a stark, unyielding block of black wool that seemed to absorb the pale, spectral...

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