The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The dream began not with a sound, but with a weight, a crushing, familiar pressure against the chest that felt less like air and more like the heavy, damp wool of his own uniform. He was standing in the Great Hall of the Keep, a place that had seen emperors rise and fall, yet tonight it smelled only of rot and wet stone. The air was thick, suspended in a timeless grey haze that swallowed the...

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