The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue. The air is thick, heavy with the smell of wet wool and old stone. You are in the cellar. The door is barred from the outside. You know this. You have always known this. Your hands are bound. The rope is rough, biting into your wrists, leaving red welts that throb in time with your pulse. You are a soldier. You wear the livery of the Crown, though...

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