The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a gray veil that dampened the stone walls of the fortress and the souls within them. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the courtyard, his fingers tracing the hilt of his sword. The metal was cold. It was always cold. He looked at the man kneeling before him. The prisoner’s hands were bound with rope, the fibers biting into the skin. “Who are...

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