The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink was still wet, glistening like a fresh wound on the heavy, cream-colored parchment, and Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the circular room, holding the quill with a grip so tight his knuckles had turned the color of old bone. He was twelve years old, though he carried the weight of a man who had seen the end of the world, and the air around him was thick with the scent of beeswax...

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