The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

March 12, 1894 Elise, I write this by the light of a tallow candle that has burned down to a stub. The wind is picking up again, rattling the shutters of the constable’s cottage, a sound that has begun to feel like the town itself knocking on my door. I am Thomas Hale, thirty-two years old, and for the first time in my life, I am a man who has lost his name. Mr. Thorne, the elder, stood in the...

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