The Pale Letter
"You have failed." The voice is not a voice. It is the sound of stone grinding against stone in the deep dark. You are the Warden of the Sealed Vault. You have served for forty years. Your bones ache with the cold that seeps from the floor. The air is thick with dust and the smell of old ink. "Explain yourself," the voice says. "Who am I to explain to the Void?" you ask. Your voice cracks. It...
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