The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the Whitehall district into a slick, weeping mirror of the soot-blackened brickwork, and it was in this damp, suffocating twilight that I first noticed the anomaly in the hem of my wife’s winter cloak, a single, impossible thread of gold that shimmered with an inner light that seemed to pulse in...

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