The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The house held its breath, a hollowed-out lung in the dark, waiting for the air to be drawn back in. I sat in the library, the room smelling of dust, old varnish, and the faint, metallic tang of fear that had seeped into the floorboards. Outside, the rain lashed against the leaded glass, a rhythmic drumming that sounded like fingers tapping against a windowpane, impatient, demanding entry. On...

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