The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The Great Hall of the Keep of Aethelgard was a mouth of stone and shadow. It opened wide to swallow the feast, but it had no teeth. We sat in long rows, the wood of the benches cold against our backs. The air smelled of roasted goose, stale beer, and the damp earth that seeped through the cracks in the flagstones. I was not meant to be there. I was a guard, a man of the outer wall, a man who...

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