The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The boiler room smelled of wet rust and the acrid, sweet decay of coal dust, a scent that had permeated the very fibers of Arthur Penhaligon’s wool uniform until it became indistinguishable from his own skin, a pervasive miasma that clung to his pores and settled in the back of his throat like a persistent cough. He stood in the center of the circular chamber, his hands wrapped around the cold...

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