The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had stopped, leaving the city of Oakhaven slicked in a sheen of wet asphalt and reflected neon, a mirror for the broken lights that hummed with a low, electric anxiety. You stand at the corner of Fifth and Main, your coat collar turned up against a chill that has nothing to do with the temperature, holding the small, white envelope in your hand with a grip that has turned your knuckles...

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