The Pale Letter
Thorne, you are standing in the wrong light. The words came from Magistrate Halloway, his voice thin and sharp as a wire pulled across a table, cutting through the damp air of the office. Elias did not turn. He was watching the reflection in the dark windowpane, where a figure stood just behind his shoulder, pale and translucent, its hands pressed flat against the glass from the other side. The...
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