The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a thick, gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of the market square and soaked into the wool of the coats worn by the few who braved the morning chill. Elias Thorne stood beneath the awning of the old apothecary, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the debt that had been carved into the very...

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