The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ache in your right hand is a secret you have kept for three winters. It begins in the knuckles, a dull, throbbing heat that spreads up the forearm like a slow tide of mercury. You are twelve years old, and in the village of Oakhaven, where the fog settles low and the bells ring for hours that no clock seems to measure, this pain is the price of your obedience. You are the scribe for the...

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