The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet hall of the Ironwood Foundry smelled of roasted duck and coal dust. You sat at the head of the long oak table, your uniform pressed stiff with starch, the brass buttons catching the amber light of the gas lamps. Around you, the men of the 4th Regiment laughed, their voices booming off the brick walls, a chorus of camaraderie that felt like a thin shield against the cold creeping in...

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