The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The cellar air tasted of wet stone and old iron, a dampness that seeped into the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne, who stood with his back against the cold wall, clutching a pale, wax-sealed letter so tightly his knuckles had turned the color of the paper itself. Captain Vane stood before him, his shadow stretching long and distorted across the flagstones, his eyes narrowing not with the...

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