The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the soot-stained facades of the textile mills, and Elara Vane stood in the queue outside the administrative office of the Whitmore & Sons Mill, clutching her hatbox with white-knuckled intensity as she waited for the foreman to call her name. She was thirty years old, her hands...

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