The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into slick, dark mirrors, reflecting the dim, amber glow of the streetlamps that lined the narrow High Street. Inside the small, cramped office of the Municipal Licensing Authority, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool, stale coffee, and the faint, metallic tang of fear. Elias...

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