The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The hall smelled of roasted goose and old wood. It was a heavy, cloying scent, thick with the smoke of the hearth and the damp wool of three hundred guests. Arthur sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands folded neatly on the tablecloth, his fingers pale and trembling slightly. He was a man of few words, a scholar of linguistics who had spent his life mapping the dead tongues of the...

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