The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The fog did not roll in so much as it ascended, a slow, grey exhalation from the ironworks that swallowed the village of Oakhaven whole. It was a peculiar mist, thick with the scent of sulfur and wet coal, that clung to the skin and settled in the lungs, making every breath a small, laborious act of will. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the head of the procession, his uniform immaculate despite...

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