The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The frost had not yet broken in the valley of St. Jude’s, and the air tasted of iron and old blood. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the frozen moor, his breath hanging in the grey light like a ghost refusing to leave. He was a man carved from the very stone of the place, lean and hard, with eyes that had seen too much winter to hold any warmth. In his hand, he clutched the ledger of the Abbey,...

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