The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The kitchen smelled of rendered pork fat and damp wool. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the heavy oak table, his hands stained with the pink slurry of blood and salt. He was a man of the Watch, a keeper of the night’s perimeter, yet here he was, grinding herbs for a cure that had no place in a soldier’s repertoire. Outside, the rain lashed against the stone walls of the manor, a rhythmic drumming that...

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