The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had stopped, but the air in the valley still held the heavy, wet breath of the storm, a gray veil that clung to the shoulders of the hikers and the damp moss of the ancient pine trees. Thomas walked ahead, his boots sinking into the soft earth with a rhythmic, squelching sound that seemed too loud in the sudden silence of the woods. Behind him, ten paces back, walked Arthur. Arthur did...

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