The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The morning fog clung to the Kentish hedge-rows like a second skin, the sort of damp grey veil that seeped through wool and bone alike, and Arthur Pendelton walked it with the measured tread of a man who had spent twenty years on naval decks and found the English countryside equally unforgiving. He was forty-two, lean to the point of severity, with the salt-bleached hair and pale blue eyes of a...

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