The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain in the valley of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, perpetual mist that seeped into the bones of the stone and the marrow of the men who lived within its walls, turning the air into something thick and tasting of iron and old rot. Elara stood at the window of the high tower, her fingers tracing the cracks in the ancient masonry that ran like veins of lightning across the...

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