The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The cellar was damp, the air thick with the scent of mildew and old iron, and Elias Whitmore stood there with his back against the cold stone, listening to the silence that fell when the door above slammed shut. He was thirty years old, a clerk with ink permanently stained into the whorls of his fingerprints, and he held in his trembling hands a piece of paper so pale it looked like the skin of...

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