The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The glasshouse stood at the edge of the village like a broken ribcage, its iron bones twisted by time and the slow, indifferent erosion of weather. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, a thick, cloying perfume that spoke of things left too long in the dark. Elias Thorne moved through the shattered panes with the careful, deliberate grace of a man walking through a...

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