The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink was dry before I even lifted the pen. That is what they said. That the contract was signed by the time the first drop hit the parchment. I stood in the high office of the Guild, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and old dust. The light came through the stained glass, breaking into shards of violet and amber on the floor. It painted my hands in colors that did not belong to...

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