The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet hall of the Whitmore estate was a cavern of silence, a void where the air hung thick with the scent of stale lavender and the metallic tang of old blood. You stand in the center of it, the only living soul present, though the table is set for twenty. The silverware gleams under the chandelier, a constellation of cold stars, but there is no music, no laughter, only the slow, rhythmic...

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