The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The air tasted of ozone and wet iron. I swung the blade. The shadow recoiled. It did not bleed. It only folded, like a wet sheet, into the corner of the room. My breath came in short, sharp bursts. My lungs burned. The floorboards groaned under my boots. They were old oak. They had seen better days. I had seen better days. This was the Archive. Specifically, the Sub-Level Four. The records of...

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