The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The hand trembled. Not with cold, for the room was thick with the dry heat of the stone walls, but with the weight of the years that had accumulated in the joints. Elias sat in the center of the circular hall, his knees drawn to his chest. He was an old man now, though the face in the mirror he had broken three days ago still looked young, still held the sharp, hungry look of a boy who had...

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