The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet hall of the Ironwood Keep smelled of roasting lamb, spilled wine, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that no amount of scrubbing could ever fully erase from the flagstones. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, your fingers stained with ink and ash, watching the torchlight flicker against the damp stone walls. You were the Seeker, the one who traced the invisible...

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