The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had not stopped for three days, and in the grey, damp silence of the penthouse apartment on the forty-second floor, the sound of water striking the floor-to-ceiling glass became a rhythmic, persistent drumming that seemed to vibrate directly against the temples of Elias Thorne, who sat rigidly in the high-backed leather chair, his hands clasped so tightly around the handle of the...

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