The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mud on the road to Oakhaven was the color of old tea, and it clung to the hem of young Thomas Bradshaw’s tunic with a persistence that felt personal, as if the earth itself were trying to anchor him to the ground while his mind soared elsewhere. He walked with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his oversized wool coat, his breath coming out in short, white plumes that dissolved...

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