The Pale Letter
The letter was three pages long, typed on the gray paper of the military pension office, and it smelled of old dust and antiseptic. Elias Thorne held it in his trembling hands, the silver locket cold against his palm in his pocket. He wanted the locket back. He wanted the proof that his father had killed his mother. The whisper in the room grew louder, a static hiss that sounded like a radio...
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