The Pale Letter
The rain fell upon the ridge with the persistence of a debt that could never be fully repaid, a cold, silver sheet that blurred the line between the earth and the sky, turning the jagged granite of the Appalachian highlands into a smear of gray and black. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots sinking into the mud that had long since given up any claim to solidity,...
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