The Pale Letter
The frost began on the third of January, 1893, not as a weather event but as a stain upon the ink itself, blooming across the official reports I had spent the previous night compiling with a precision that usually earned me praise from Director Halloway. I woke with the taste of ash in my mouth and a dream that refused to dissolve, a vision of a letter written in a pale, shifting hand that...
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