The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain fell on the grey stone of the barracks not as water, but as a fine, cold ash that settled in the hollows of Elias’s collar and clung to the rough wool of his greatcoat. It was the kind of weather that erased the distinction between the living and the dead, a pervasive dampness that seeped into the bones and turned the air into a thick, breathing membrane. Elias stood at the window of...

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