The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The iron key is cold. It burns your palm. You hold it tight. Your fingers are white knuckles. The leather strap bites into your wrist. You are Captain Elias Thorne. You are old. Your joints scream. The hall is long. The shadows are deep. The air smells of wet stone and old blood. You walk. You do not run. Running is for the young. You have thirty years of service. You have broken backs. You...

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