The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The train hissed against the gravel like a dying snake, and you stood on the platform with your hat in your hand, watching the taillights of the carriage fade into the gray mist of the industrial valley. You were leaving Harrowgate, a town built on the bones of coal and the silence of the poor. You were not running from the law, though the law had eyes everywhere. You were running from the...

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