The Pale Letter
Thorne. The name was not spoken so much as it was dragged across the dusty floor of the reading room, a sound like a heavy boot heel scraping against stone, and Elias Thorne looked up from his ledger to find Director Halloway standing in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the grey afternoon light that filtered through the high, grimy windows of St. Jude’s Municipal Library. "You are late...
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