The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You arrive in the valley of Oakhaven not on a map, but in the marrow of your bones, a physical pull that drags your feet forward through the fog that clings to the ground like wet wool, a substance that seems to have weight and intent, pressing against your shins, cooling the sweat on your neck with a touch that is less like weather and more like the breath of something ancient and sleeping, a...

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