The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a gray, relentless curtain that blurred the boundary between the earth and the sky, turning the landscape into a single, drowning entity. In the lower cells of Blackwood Priory, where the stone walls wept with condensation and the air tasted of mildew and old blood, Julian sat in the dark. He was not sleeping, for sleep had abandoned him long before...

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