The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The iron gate of the Wardens’ Keep did not creak; it groaned, a low, tectonic sound that vibrated in the marrow of the bone. I stood before it, my uniform heavy with the damp mist of the valley, the fabric stiff with the accumulated dust of a decade’s service. I was a Warden, a title that meant little to the common folk but everything to the architecture of this place. My badge, a silver oak...

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