The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, suspended membrane between the sky and the earth, soaking into the bones of the house before it ever touched the ground. Elias Thorne drove the sedan slowly along the winding path of Blackwood Manor, the headlights cutting weak, yellow tunnels through the mist that clung to the hedges like the shroud of a corpse. He was a man of habit and order,...

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