The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had not ceased for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the crumbling stone of the manor and the churning mud of the estate, and in the silence of the east wing, where the air tasted of wet wool and old iron, I sat with my hand bound to the table by a chain of links so heavy they dragged the wood grain into splinters, watching the water drip from the...

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