The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mud of the Blackwood Front was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking mouth that tried to pull the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne into the earth as he pressed his back against the trench wall. It was November, 1893, and the air tasted of copper and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the teeth and settled in the lungs like ash. Thorne, thirty-two years old with a face carved by ten years...

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