The Pale Letter
The rain against the high, narrow windows of the Hall sounded like the tapping of fingernails on bone. It was a persistent, rhythmic sound that had filled the silence of the room for three days, ever since the letter arrived. It was a pale letter, its paper so thin it was nearly translucent, the ink a faded violet that looked less like writing and more like a bruise spreading under the skin....
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