The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mortar round hit the trench at 0400. It did not scream. It thudded. A dull, heavy impact against the wet earth. Then the world turned white. Not the white of snow or paper, but the blinding, sterile white of a chemical burn. Elias Vane felt his bones liquefy. He felt the air leave his lungs in a single, violent rush. When the ringing stopped, he was not in the trench. He was in a room. The...

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