The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed, a cold, persistent insistence upon the glass of the drawing room window, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet grey and dying autumn. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, a scent that Elias Thorne had once found comforting but which now seemed to him the smell of a tomb being sealed. He sat in the...

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