The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You wake in the damp cellar of the old mill, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and rotting grain. The darkness is not empty here; it breathes. It presses against your skin like a velvet shroud, cool and indifferent. You are Thomas Bradshaw, though the name feels distant, a garment you wore in another life, before the Commission stripped you of your title and your light. You are merely...

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