The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The road did not end, it merely dissolved into a grey mist that tasted of wet iron and old paper, and I walked through it with the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots that had long since forgotten the feel of dry ground, my hands clutching the leather satchel against my chest as if it contained the last beating heart of a dead god. I was a man who had spent thirty years enforcing the silence of the...

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