The Pale Exile
The letter is dated the fourteenth of October, the ink still wet and bleeding into the heavy, ragged paper. Elias writes to no one, or perhaps to everyone, for the town of Oakhaven is a place where secrets are currency and privacy is a myth. He is thirty-two, a physician with hands that tremble only when he thinks no one is looking, and he is writing because he must record the failure of his...
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