The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet hall smelled of roasted swan and wet wool, a cloying mixture that clung to the back of your throat like a bad omen. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, a place reserved for those who were necessary but not loved, watching the candlelight flicker against the stone walls of the manor. The air was thick with the murmured prayers of the guests, a low hum that vibrated in your...

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