The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The train stopped. I stepped off. The air tasted of rust. And cold iron. I was here to find the source. The town of Oakhaven. It sat in a valley. Gray fog swallowed the hills. I pulled my coat tighter. My name is Elias. I am an investigator. For the Bureau. We track anomalies. We contain the impossible. I carried a box. Wood. Old. Inside was the letter. Pale blue paper. Faded ink. It had...

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