The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You leave the city of Leeds before the dawn breaks, a time when the fog sits heavy and white against the window glass like a woolen shroud. The air smells of coal smoke and wet iron, a metallic taste that coats the back of your throat and refuses to leave. You carry a single leather satchel, worn thin at the corners, holding nothing but a few coins, a letter, and the quiet, desperate hope that...

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