The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The cellar was cold. It smelled of damp stone and old wool. Elias sat on the floor, his back against the wall. He did not look up. The candle flickered. It was the only light. Outside, the wind howled against the shutters. Inside, silence held its breath. Elias was a weaver. Not of cloth. Of fate. He read the threads of life in the fabric of the world. He could see the fraying edges of souls....

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