The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink in the well was black and cold, smelling of iron and old rain, and Elias Thorne dipped his quill with a hand that trembled only slightly, though his heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. It was the fourteenth of November, 1893, and the house at Blackwood Hollow had begun to speak to him in the voice of his dead wife, Margaret, a sound that rose from the floorboards...

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