The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The air in the basement office was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper. It smelled like a grave that had not yet been dug. Elias sat at his desk, the wood cold against his forearms. He was a man of forty, with shoulders that had begun to slump under the weight of years spent counting other people’s debts. His hands were pale, the veins standing out like roots in dry earth. He looked...

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