The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet hall of Ashworth Manor was a cavern of gold and shadow, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and beeswax, yet you sat at the edge of the table, your hands resting on the linen, feeling the cold seep through the fabric into your bones. You were the Headmaster, the keeper of the library, the one who understood the architecture of language and the structural integrity of...

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