The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth. It is a metallic tang, old and heavy, like the residue of a coin held too long in a damp palm. The room is cold. The air smells of wet stone and dried lavender, a scent that belongs to centuries ago, not to this sterile, fluorescent-lit office. You are in the basement. Level B4. The Archives. Your name is Elias Thorne. You are the senior...

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