The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The fog did not merely settle upon the village of Oakhaven; it descended like a living shroud, weaving itself through the crooked spines of the oaks until the world beyond the threshold of the stone keep became a rumor, a whisper of what might have been. Within the highest tower, where the wind moaned with a voice that sounded suspiciously like grief, stood Sir Edward Ashworth, a man whose...

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