The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mortar was wet. You knew it was wet because it felt cold against your palms, a chill that had nothing to do with the morning air. You stood in the kitchen of the old manor, the stone floor biting through your thin shoes. The jar sat on the table. It was small, made of pale clay, and it was full. You had come for this. You had walked three days through the fog to get here. "You are the...

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