The Pale Letter
The feast was a riot of tallow light and clinking silver, a chaotic tapestry of noise that the young scholar, Thomas Ashworth, tried to ignore by staring intently at the base of his wine cup, as if the swirling red liquid held the answers to the equations that had been tearing at his mind since he arrived at the palace of King Edward the Unready. He was a man of books and quiet contemplation, a...
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