The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink had not yet dried on the parchment of my accusation, and I felt it seep into the marrow of my bones, a cold, viscous tide that swallowed the last remnants of my former self, for I was no longer a man but a vessel, a hollow reed through which the winds of the Inquisition blew with a shrieking, relentless fury, and the dream that had haunted the twilight of my consciousness since the dawn...

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