The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The fire in the hearth of the Whitmore estate burned with a low, hungry rasp. It was a feast of smoke and ember, a dark banquet where the shadows ate the light. Thomas Whitmore sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting on the grain, fingers splayed as if gripping the wood to keep from drifting into the void. His face was a mask of stillness, but beneath the skin, a tremor ran. It...

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