The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The iron gate of the estate was rusted into a single, unyielding bar. You had walked for three days to reach it, your boots worn through to the sole, the mud of the highway caking into a second skin against your shins. It was the autumn of the year the King’s new edicts arrived, the ones that stripped the local militia of their autonomy and handed their swords to the Crown’s appointed wardens....

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