The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The stone beneath your boots is slick with frost. You are running. Your breath hitches, a ragged sound in the cold air. Behind you, the heavy oak doors of the Hall of Records are already closing. You did not come to read. You came to burn. The Hall is a beast of stone and shadow. It has stood for three hundred years. It has watched empires rise and fall. It does not care about you. You are a...

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