The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the village square into a slick, black mirror. In the small, drafty kitchen of the schoolhouse, young Elias sat with his hands folded on the table, staring at the object before him. It was a jar of honey, thick and amber, sealed with wax that had been poured and hardened in the shape of a key....

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