The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The dream was not of ghosts, as it should have been for a man of his trade, but of birds, a thousand of them, suspended in a sky the color of bruised plums, their wings beating in a rhythm that sounded less like flight and more like the frantic, desperate fluttering of a heart trying to break out of its cage. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of ash in his mouth, a dry, gritty sensation that...

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