The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The feast was not a celebration of joy, but a ritual of endurance, held in the damp, echoing basement of the university’s oldest dormitory where the stone walls wept condensation that tasted of iron and old rot. Professor Elias Thorne sat at the head of a long, scarred oak table, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, his gaze fixed on the object resting in the...

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