The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink on the parchment had not yet dried, a wet, black scar against the heavy vellum, when the heavy oak doors of the scriptorium groaned open to admit the cold breath of the November wind. Brother Thomas stood at his desk, the quill trembling in his hand, the tip suspended over the page like a bird poised for flight, caught in the sudden, violent shift of atmosphere. He had been working for...

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