The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The fog rolled into the city of Aethelgard like a living thing. It was a white, breathless tide. It swallowed the spires. It swallowed the streets. It swallowed the sound of the bells. Miles stood in the cell. The stone was cold. It bit into his spine. He had been there for three days. Or three months. Time had lost its shape. It pooled around his ankles. He did not know which way was up. He...

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