The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink was already drying on the parchment, a slow, viscous bleed of iron gall that smelled faintly of rust and old blood, and I stood before the mirror in the high tower of the Abbey of St. Jude, watching the lines around my eyes deepen like the crevices in the limestone walls that had sheltered the nuns for six centuries. It was a trick of the light, or perhaps a trick of the mind, that made...

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