The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent and gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world outside the high, arched windows of the manor, where the air smelled of damp wool, old paper, and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that always accompanied Mael’s presence. Mael sat in the corner of the library, his back pressed against the leather-upholstered chair, his eyes closed as he...

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