The Pale Letter
The mist that rolled in from the reservoir each evening did not merely settle upon the town of Oakhaven; it seeped, insinuating itself into the mortar of the stone cottages and the very pores of the skin, a cold, damp exhalation that seemed to carry with it the memory of water long since drained from the earth, a presence so pervasive that residents no longer noticed its arrival but only the...
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