The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink on the parchment is not black, but the pale, dried rust of old blood, and it moves when you do not look directly at it. You are Elias Thorne, thirty years old, a scribe in the soot-choked city of Oakhaven, and your hands are trembling so violently that the quill scratches a jagged line across the page. It is 1893, and the rain against the windowpane sounds like the scratching of...

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