The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The wind in the high desert did not blow so much as it scraped, a dry, rhythmic friction against the pine boards of the cabin that had long since lost their paint and their dignity. Elias Thorne sat at the heavy oak table, a relic from a life he no longer recognized, his left hand gripping the edge of the wood while his right hovered over a sheet of lined paper, the pen trembling in a way that...

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