The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet hall of the High City of Aethelgard was not merely a room but a suspended reality, a vast cathedral of marble and starlight where the air itself tasted of ozone and crushed violets, a place where the boundaries between the mortal and the eternal had long since eroded into a fine, glittering dust that settled on the shoulders of those who sat at the endless table. Here, in the heart...

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