The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The feast hall was thick with smoke and the scent of roasted boar. Torches sputtered in iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows across the stone walls. Lord Ashworth sat at the high table, his face flushed with wine. He laughed loudly, a sound like a stone hitting a drum. The other lords and ladies drank deep. They did not look at the corner. In the corner sat Elara. She was small. She...

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