The Pale Letter
Thorne. The summons came not as a knock, but as a vibration in the floorboards, a low hum that set the teeth aching and the hair on my forearms standing up. I was in the back room, cleaning the silverware for the evening’s engagement, when the name hit me like a physical blow. It was Halloway’s voice, distorted by the distance and the damp air of the corridor, calling for me to the main parlor....
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