The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The carriage wheels had long since ceased their rhythmic clattering against the cobblestones of the old quarter, leaving only the heavy, damp silence of a city that seemed to breathe through its very stones, and I stood there with the small, leather-bound ledger in my hand, feeling the weight of it not as an object but as a second heart, a pulsing, cold thing that beat in time with my own...

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