The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The house stood at the edge of the fog, a skeletal thing of limestone and shadow that Elias Thorne had not entered in forty years. It was not that he had forgotten the door, nor the way the garden gates groaned in the wind, but that the house had begun to fade from the map of his memory, becoming less a place and more a rumor. He stood now on the cold gravel, his hand trembling against the iron...

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