The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, blurring the horizon into a smear of mud and moss. Thomas Bradshaw walked. His boots sank into the mire of the lane, a rhythmic, sucking sound that marked the passage of hours. He carried nothing but a satchel, heavy with paper, and a heart that had forgotten how to beat without a stutter. The village of Oakhaven lay ahead, a cluster of stone and...

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