The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet hall of St. Jude’s College smelled of boiled cabbage and old paper. It was November in 1893, and the air outside the high, arched windows was thick with the soot of the coal mines that fed the city’s hungry furnaces. Professor Elias Thorne stood by the heavy oak table, his fingers stained with the black ink of his lectures on thermodynamics. He was a man of precise angles and quiet...

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