The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended in the air like a fine, grey dust, coating the world in a static film. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff. His boots were heavy. The leather was wet. He felt the weight of the pack on his back. It was full of stones. He looked up. The sky was a bruise. Purple and black. It pressed down on him. He wanted to scream. He did not. He had no breath for...

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