The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The iron gate shuddered against the frost. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the courtyard. His hands were bound. The rope was thick. It bit into his wrists. He did not feel the pain. He felt the cold. The cold was sharp. It cut through his coat. It settled in his bones. He looked at the house. It was dark. No lights burned. The windows were black squares. They stared at him. He waited for a voice. He...

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