The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The feast is a thing of bone and ash, a sprawling banquet laid out in the cold stone of the undercroft where the air tastes of wet wool and old blood, and you sit at the head of the table not because you are the king but because you are the prisoner who has forgotten the shape of his cell, holding in your left hand a sparrow that has been dead for three days yet feels impossibly warm, its tiny...

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