The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The foreman’s voice cut through the damp air of the dormitory like a snip of shears, waking Elias from a dream where a pale moth dissolved into gray ash against the black sky. Elias sat up, his heart hammering a frantic, irregular rhythm against his ribs, the cold of the stone floor seeping through the thin wool of his nightshirt. He was fourteen years old, and the winter of 1893 had a way of...

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