The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ivy in the courtyard had turned a bruised purple, clinging to the stone with a tenacity that felt less like life and more like a slow, green suffocation. I stood at the window, my hand resting on the cold glass, watching the leaves tremble in the wind. It was a stillness that hurt. A silence with teeth. My name is Elias Thorne, and I am the last of the Ashworth line, though I have long...

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