The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it was driven against the glass, a relentless, grey hammering that turned the world outside into a blur of soot and steel. Inside the boiler room, the air was thick enough to chew, heavy with the scent of sulfur, wet wool, and the metallic tang of blood that had not yet dried. I was hunched over the coal chute, my back aching in a way that felt less like pain...

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