The Pale Letter

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2026-08-18 16:16:59 -

The Pale Letter

The rain had not stopped for three days, a gray, relentless curtain that turned the cobblestones of Harrowgate into slick, dark mirrors. Elias Thorne stood before the Great Hall, his shoulders hunched against the wind, his hand trembling as he held the key. He was a man of books, of quiet dust and hushed libraries, but today he was a man of iron will, driven by a sickness that ate at him from...

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