The Pale Letter
The low frequency hum had been in Elias’s teeth for three weeks, a vibration so subtle it felt less like sound and more like a pressure against the inside of his skull. He stood before the mirror in his small, sterile apartment, checking the dark circles under his eyes, and pressed his thumb against the tender spot on his left temple. Forty-two years old, and his body was already a ledger of...
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