The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The iron door groaned as it sealed, a sound like a bone snapping in the dark. Outside, the wind howled against the stone, a high, thin keen that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of those inside. It was a cold that did not merely chill the skin but ate at the spirit, a cold that had no season, only a hunger. Thomas stood by the hearth, his hands clasped behind his back. He was young, barely a...

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