The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink in the well was black, but the light that fell from the high, narrow window of the study was the color of old bone. Elias Thorne sat at his father’s desk, a heavy oak slab that seemed to grow out of the floorboards, and watched the shadow of his own hand stretch across the parchment. He was fifty-two, a man who had spent three decades cataloging the dead, and yet the house of Harrowgate...

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