The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed, a heavy, grey curtain that blurred the boundaries between the wet cobblestones of Harrow Street and the soot-stained brickwork of the Municipal Archive, a structure that stood less like a building and more like a lung, breathing in the damp air of the city and exhaling the stale scent of decaying paper and iron dust. Elias Vane stood before the...

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