The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The glass shattered not with a crash, but with a sigh. It was a thin, brittle sound, like the breaking of a knuckle, or the snap of a dry twig in a winter forest. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Grand Hall of the Whitehall Estate, holding nothing in his hands, yet feeling the weight of a thousand shards pressing against his palms. The hall was vast, a cathedral of stone and...

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