The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it invaded the city of New Carthage, a gray, viscous curtain that turned the glass towers into blurred ghosts of their former selves, and inside the sterile white apartment on the fourteenth floor, Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his unmade bed, staring at the small, sealed envelope resting on the nightstand like a dead insect, his hands trembling not with cold...

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