The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel drive into a slurry of gray mud that sucked at the tires of the delivery trucks and left the garden in a state of suspended decay. Inside the manor, the air was thick and still, smelling of wet wool, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of old copper pipes. Elias sat in the corner of the library, a room so large that a single candle...

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