The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink bleeds into the parchment with a slow, wet violence, spreading across the fibrous surface like a bruise forming under pale skin, and you hold the quill still, your hand trembling not from cold but from the terrible, electric awareness that the words you are writing are not your own, that they have been waiting for you in the silence of this stone vault for three hundred years, demanding...

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