The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The tremor started in the left index finger, a fine, rhythmic shudder that matched the hum of the turbine housing. Hester Ellery pressed her palm flat against the wet concrete of the pier’s foundation, the cold seeping through the skin to the bone. She was inspecting the stress fractures for the harbor retrofit, a job that would secure her promotion if the data held. Her hands shook. They...

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