The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The chisel slipped, biting deep into the knuckle of Silas’s left hand, and the blood that welled up was the color of old rust against the pale, unyielding oak. He did not pull back. In the workshop, the silence was a living thing, pressing against his eardrums, thick with the scent of shavings and the faint, metallic tang of his own injury. The piece he was carving was not a simple ornament. It...

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