The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You wake in the cellar of the manor, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood. The walls are weeping, a slow, rhythmic seep that mirrors the pulse in your temples. You are not alone, though the darkness seems to have swallowed the presence of others. Your body is a map of bruises, each one a testament to the night’s violence. You try to sit up, but your limbs refuse the command,...

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