The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The snow had stopped falling, but the silence that followed was heavier than the storm. Elias Thorne stood on the scaffolding, his breath a white plume that vanished into the gray air above the chapel roof. He was forty years old, a mason by trade and a debtor by circumstance, and his hands trembled not from age but from the cold that bit into the marrow of his bones. Below him, the village of...

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