The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The wind in the high desert did not blow so much as it breathed, a long, ragged exhalation that stripped the heat from the asphalt and settled into the bones of the men who walked it, a cold that was not merely physical but a spectral weight pressing down on their shoulders like the hands of ghosts they had failed to hold back. Sergeant Elias Thorne walked at the head of the line, his boots...

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