The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a gray sheet stretched tight against the sky, trembling with the weight of what was to come. Elara stood in the mud, her hands slick with the blood of a man who had tried to stop her. He was dead now. Or he would be soon. The wet earth swallowed his groans before they could reach her ears. She did not look back. She could not. To look back was to remember...

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