The Pale Letter
The resignation letter sat on the desk, dry and final, smelling of the dust that coated the town hall windows. Elias Thorne did not look at Mayor Sterling. He looked at the ledger, the heavy leather-bound book that lay open between them, its pages thick with the scent of iron and old blood. Sterling smiled, a thin, papery expression that did not reach his eyes, and slid the document across the...
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