The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The hand was gone. Mara stood in the corridor. The walls were made of wet clay and old light. She held the empty sleeve. The fabric was silk. It had been white. Now it was grey. She looked at the door. It was heavy oak. Carved with faces. The faces had no eyes. "Is he there?" she asked. The air answered. It did not speak. It just pressed against her ears. A low hum. A warning. Mara walked...

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