The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so heavy it cracked the stones of the keep. You stood in the center of the Great Hall, your hands bound by chains that were not of iron, but of expectation, and the air tasted of ash and old blood. The crowd had gathered before the sun had fully crested the eastern ridge, their faces a mosaic of fear and hunger. They did not know what you...

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