The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The stone wall breathed. Elias woke in the dark. The mortar between the bricks wept with a cold, pale sweat. It was not water. It was memory. He pressed his hand against the cold surface. The masonry pulsed beneath his palm. A low thrum, like a heartbeat slowed by age and ice. He had built this place. Or rather, he had inherited the duty of its keeping. The village of Oakhaven lay in a valley...

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