The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The envelope sat on the desk, pale and unmarked, smelling of fresh meat. I, Elias Thorne, constable of Oakhaven, stared at it for an hour before my hand moved. It was three days since Silas died, and the fog had not lifted from the mill town since. In Oakhaven, the food rots instantly if a lie is spoken within earshot. It is a rule as old as the river, as fixed as the wages we earn. I wanted to...

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