The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain tasted of iron and old stone. "You're late, Thomas." The voice came from the shadows. It was not a question. It was a fact, as fixed and cold as the iron bars of the cell. Thomas stood in the corridor. He did not step forward. His boots were heavy. The mud of the outer trench had packed itself into the soles, a thick, grey paste that refused to dry. He looked at the man behind the...

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