The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The fog rolled in from the estuary like a living thing, thick and wet, smelling of brine and decayed kelp, and it swallowed the village of Blackwood Hollow whole before the sun had even thought to rise. I was walking the coastal path, my boots sinking into the mud that had turned to a slurry overnight, when the first crack appeared in the sky. It was not a lightning bolt, nor a break in the...

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