The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The fever broke at dawn, leaving a taste of copper and ash in Maren’s mouth. She lay in the narrow bed of the infirmary wing, the white sheets stiff with sweat. Outside, the rain hammered against the glass. It was a relentless, industrial rhythm. The steam engines of the textile mill next door groaned in the dark. Their smoke mixed with the fog that clung to the town of Oakhaven. Maren was not...

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