The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The iron gates shuddered. Dust motes danced in the single beam of light that cut through the gloom. Elias Vane pressed his back against the cold brick. He was out of breath. His lungs burned like embers. The factory floor was silent. Only the tick of the clock echoed. He looked at his hands. They were stained black with grease. The oil was deep in the creases. It had become part of him. He was...

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