The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall in the city of Aethelgard so much as it hung, a suspended grey mist that clung to the wool of Marcus Thorne’s coat and seeped into the marrow of his bones. He stood alone in the narrow kitchen of his apartment, the space defined by the hum of the refrigerator and the damp chill of the windows. On the counter, a single plate held a bowl of porridge, the oats swollen and...

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