The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The dream came to Elias Thorne not as a vision, but as a sound: the wet, rhythmic tearing of parchment. He woke in the damp cold of his cell, the stone floor seeping chill through the thin wool of his tunic. For a long moment, he lay still, listening to the silence that followed the noise in his head. It was a heavy, oppressive silence, the kind that settles over a house after a funeral. He was...

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