The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The iron gates of the Blackfriars Watchtower stood open to the wind that smelled of rot and old rain, a mouth wide and hungry that had not swallowed a living soul in three hundred years yet still seemed to gnaw at the bones of the night. Thomas Bradshaw, a man whose face had been carved by the long, grey winters of the borderlands and whose hands were stained permanently with the black ink of...

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