The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The cold in the High Hall did not sit upon the skin like a guest; it was a tenant, an ancestral presence that had lived in the stones since the first king drove his spear into the earth and named it home. I walked the length of the gallery, my boots muffled by the thick, ancient wool of the carpets, feeling the weight of the silence pressing against my eardrums until they throbbed with a low,...

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