The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The iron pot has been sitting on the hearth since the moon turned pale, and you have not slept, for sleep is a luxury that belongs to the living, and you are no longer quite sure which side of the veil you stand upon. The rain hammers against the stone roof of the abbey, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that sounds less like weather and more like the marching of a thousand invisible soldiers,...

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