The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet wool and rusted iron, a scent that clung to the back of Enoch Thorne’s throat like a physical weight. He was standing in the center of the Great Hall of the Ashworth Manor, but the hall was wrong. The walls, which should have been lined with oak paneling and ancestral portraits, were instead draped in heavy, sodden tapestries that moved...

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