The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The envelope was thick, the paper heavy and cream-colored, smelling faintly of ozone and old iron. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, his right resting on the hilt of a knife he did not need to draw, because the air itself was thick with the weight of expectation. He was thirty-four years old, and he had spent the last decade as a blade for the Meridian Syndicate, a man who carried out the...

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