The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, wet curtain that smelled of ozone and old rot, obscuring the skyline of Chicago until the city became a ghost of its own geometry. Elias Thorne stood in the center of his study, a room that had once been a sanctuary of silence but now felt like the belly of a beast, watching the rain streak down the windowpane with the detached...

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