The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mud of the frontier camp had a way of sucking at the boots, a persistent, wet mouth that never quite let go, and it was into this grey, freezing slurry that Sergeant Elias Thorne stood, the blue shawl of his late wife Martha rolled tight in his left hand, its wool matted with the damp of three years’ carrying. He was thirty-four, though the border wars had carved the years out of him with a...

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