The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not stop. It fell in sheets, gray and relentless, blurring the line between the river and the sky. I walked. My boots were heavy. The mud sucked at my heels. I was a soldier. I wore the tunic of the King. It was old. The wool was thin. The colors had faded to a dull, dead brown. I carried a sword. It was long. The blade was dull. I did not care. I walked toward the castle. The...

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