The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain fell upon the cobblestones of the Old Quarter like a fine, grey dust, erasing the distinction between the street and the sky. Elias Thorne walked with his collar turned up, the dampness of the city seeping into the wool of his coat. He was a man of the Registry, a scribe of minor accounts, a creature of routine who had spent thirty years measuring the world in ink and parchment. His...

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