The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You stand in the center of the empty barracks, the silence pressing against your eardrums with the weight of wet wool, and you hold the hand that was not yours to keep, a limb severed from the body of Edward Ashworth, cold and pale as the moonlight that leaks through the high, barred windows of this stone-fortified room in the remote Scottish Highlands, where the rain has been falling for forty...

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