The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The clock on the wall ticked forty-two seconds past the hour, a mechanical heartbeat that matched the throb in Elias Thorne’s left temple. He counted the seconds again, forty-three, forty-four, his fingers resting on the heavy, cream-colored paper of the draft policy. The ink was wet, a deep, viscous black that seemed to pull the light into itself. He had been calculating the mortality tables...

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