The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ice broke. Not with a crash. With a sigh. A long, thin exhalation that tore through the frozen lake of St. Jude’s. The surface, once a solid sheet of white, fractured into jagged shards. They drifted. They spun. They caught the pale moonlight and threw it back in broken lines. Elias stood on the shore. His boots sank into the slush. He watched the ice die. He had waited three winters for...

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