The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mortar shell did not explode. It shattered. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, a space that had ceased to obey the laws of geometry, and watched the glass fragments of his own reflection drift through the air like snow. There was no dust. There was no smoke. The air was thin, cold, and tasted of iron and burnt sugar. Around him, the walls were not made of brick or stone,...

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