The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The bell of the city church did not ring so much as it tore the silence of the market square, a jagged, iron shriek that seemed to split the very stones of the cobblestones where Eleanor stood, her hands trembling not from the cold that had settled into the marrow of her bones during the long, grey watch of the night, but from the terrible, sudden realization that the bread in her basket was no...

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