The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet hall of the Blackwood Institute smelled of wet wool and old silver, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a phantom taste of copper. He sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting flat on the tablecloth, trembling slightly as Director Vane slid a heavy, leather-bound contract across the polished wood. The air in the room was thick, sealed off from...

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