The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The dream was always the same, a suffocating immersion in silver mist that tasted of ozone and old blood, and Captain Elias Thorne woke with his lungs burning as if he had inhaled the very air of the Whispering Peaks. He was forty-two years old, and his hands, resting on the coarse wool of his blanket, trembled with a rhythmic palsy that had begun three months prior, a degenerative nerve...

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